Reclining slightly in your modest workspace, your mind begins to wander towards this problem. Why would your uncle, one that you'd never met at that, leave everything he had to you of all people? Didn't he have any children? A wife, or a family of his own? If he didn't, who was that girl at your mailbox? What did she have to do with any of this? Sighing, your gaze travels upwards to the ceiling for some deep thought...
BA-BAM!! BA-BAMBA-BAM!! WOOSH!!
Your attention shoots back to the door, from the inside this time, to find that your sub-par locking system had allowed the cheap-o port to be blown wide open! Shooting up to your feet like a bullet, you rush over to the crime scene, not noticing the menacing redhead standing slightly to the left. As you check out your lock (completely broken) and mourn over the situation, you feel a hand grab your head like a coconut.
"So, this is the Master's nephew, huh?" she said in a rather cold tone of voice, "Could'a fooled me, they don't look very much alike..." she remarked as she forced your head up to face her (so strongly, might I add, that she took care of that pesky crick in your neck that had been bothering you for quite some time now) "Yeah... sorry about the mess, sir, but Kate said you weren't home."
"SO YOU BUST DOWN MY DOOR?!" You holler, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
She invites herself in, releasing your noggin and stomping in quite formally. She sits down on your couch and crosses her legs, looking awfully stiff and uncomfortable. "Wow, your couch sure is hard." she says venomously, "Get a girl a diet soda, after all this is my last chance to torture you until you become my new master."
Your eye twitches. You feel the anger boil up inside you, maddened by the loss of your beloved door and by the fact that she was treating you like some sort of dog, you start to open your mouth. However, the only thing that managed to come out was:
"M...aster?"
"You and me really need to talk."