'Bossman? ' Ewen knocked first on the already-ajar door, and when he didn 't hear anything straight away, he pushed the door further open.

'Where do you think he went? ' wondered Emile, stepping with Ewen over the threshold of Damian 's room. 'He 's not ' '

He glanced fearfully towards the bathroom, fearing the worst, but when he saw that door was also open, his shoulders sagged in relief.

This went unnoticed by Ewen, who cast a curious gaze over the mess in Damian 's room. Clothes littered the floor, partially exploded from Damian 's weekend bag, and a pile of letters scattered across his desk.