It was about a month later when my now-roomate friend was bringing some of his belongings in from one of those PUBLIC STORAGE thingies, and I was going to bed. As I walked up the stairs, he came in through the front door and asked if I wanted anything from 7-11... No, I told him: I had to go to bed -- had to work in the morning. He said that this last bunch of stuff was it, and that he was going to 7-11 to get some nachos, etc... I went up to bed. Started reading some of Knuth's ALGORYTHMS books (great stuff for helping me fall asleep). I heard the front door open, close and lock. Then I heard my roommate's car start down the drive... Big deal. About ten minutes later, I heard the front door open and close a la my roommates slamming. I figured he forgot something and ran it back in. Then I heard the stereo in the parlor come on (classical music), and what sounded like lots of stuff being moved around. This went on for 1/2 an hour till I started to hear him talk to someone -- very loudly. When the front door opend and slammed shut once again, I figured it was time to ask him to be quiet. I started down the stairs, turning on the light as I went. At the bottom of the stairs, I came face-to-face with my roomate. He had JUST gotten back. He immediately asked me, 'who were you shouting at'? Hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I told him I hadn't been out of my room since the last time he went out the front door just a vew minutes ago. He informed me, to my surprise, that he'd been gone for 45 minutes!