The man sprinted home, dodging all the lights in the city. He sneaked around going behind people and hiding behind parked cars. People screamed everywhere he went. There was a car crash that he made by turning off the lights. Soon as he got home he looked for his keys but they weren’t in his pocket. The keys fell out of his pocket on the snowy mountain. He had to sneak back retracing his tracks in silence and in the shadows. Soon as he got to the top he crawled on the floor and searched under the snow but nothing. He needed help. “What am I going to do?”  He thought. He could only do one thing and it was to break in. So he ran home and smashed through his window. He hoped nobody heard it. Cars zoomed past his house brakes screeching, engines roaring and wheels spinning. People ran into their homes in fear. Everyone slammed their doors shut and locked them. Who knew it being dark would cause all this chaos in the city?