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[So it's a fairly normal May evening in Belfast and low and behold, Lyle Dylandy's walking home through the actually pretty nice for once May weather, unlocking his flat rather nonchalantly and walking in, chucking his briefcase and jacket on the sofa as he does so.
It's only when he's gotten to the 'getting the tie off' stage that he hears the sound of clinking and rustling coming from the kitchen. Which is... decidedly odd. Who's managed to get into his flat and is just going through his fridge like that? Definitely not your average burglar...
Making his way to the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks on seeing who it actually is.]
... Nena?!
It's only when he's gotten to the 'getting the tie off' stage that he hears the sound of clinking and rustling coming from the kitchen. Which is... decidedly odd. Who's managed to get into his flat and is just going through his fridge like that? Definitely not your average burglar...
Making his way to the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks on seeing who it actually is.]
... Nena?!
