My entire life is spent trying to work out what the short man is doing. I want to know all about his life and about his routine and habits. I want to understand everything about him. Where is he putting these things? Where is he getting them? How does he leave the flat?

I think of a million clones of the short man. They each enter the building one after the other. Upstairs is an incinerator. They each enter once and then throw themselves onto the incinerator, screaming with delight as they burn to death.

I think that this is unlikely.