“Well Eric it sure is hot out there today, with some areas reaching temperatures over 95 degrees. So all you boys and girls make sure you drink plenty of water and stay-” the voice of the weather reporter was cut short as the man twisted the key in the ignition, cutting the power to the radio and the rest of the car. Stepping out of the expensive silver convertible he stared up at the house, hands on hips, before reaching up with his right hand and lifting his shades to get an untainted view.

“Rising Sun” Scott murmured quietly. “It’s gotta be what, 15 years minimum, since I been here.” Flashbacks entered his mind of him as a teenager arriving at the house on numerous occasions. Usually he’d just come back from practice, eager to share his successes with the other children, who were often hanging around outside. Not so today.

Scott looked around him at the rest of the drive, his car was the only one parked there. [i]Seems I’m the first to arrive [/i] he thought to himself. He checked the chunky metal watch that adorned his substantial wrist, “Eleven forty-five, I guess I am a bit early. No point hanging around though.” Scott was a big believer in never being late for something if he could help it; it just showed a lack of respect. He firmly shut the driver’s door and stepped towards the back of his car, reaching for the large black luggage case resting on the rear seats. He hauled it out with ease before clicking the button on his key and hearing the click of the car locks. After a short pause he clicked another button and the boot of the car lifted open. In a short space of time, the roof closing mechanism would have completed its routine, sealing the interior of the car from the outside world. [i]Just in case it did decide to rain. [/i] Scott turned and, carrying his case, marched up the drive, the gravel crunching satisfyingly underfoot as he went.

He held his hand up in anticipation as he scanned the surroundings of the door for a doorbell but none appeared. Clenching his fist he rapped his knuckles firmly on the wooden surface of the door. It was only after a few seconds that he noticed the large brass knocker. “Oh well…” At that moment his stomach let out a low growl. [i]Boy, I cannot wait for this buffet to start. [/i]