One evening in Wearmouth, the boys had just finished tea. John went over to Edinburgh Building to check his emails, the others returned to the third floor. Upon John’s return, he noticed that the boys were hard at work, evacuating somebody’s room into the drafty corridor: Furniture, the bed, desk, it was all there re arranged in the corridor. John burst out into laughter, then suddenly realised it was his room! It’s the last time he left his room unlocked…