Oscar hung his hat with care and sat down companionably, hooking his elbows over his knees. It was great to be in his own house; it was cold and dusty, but it smelled like his house, it was comforting. "It’s okay, it’s over now," he said. "This is a very secure street. Those police drones have got him. Let me turn on my house system, and we’ll have a look outside."