Rufus carried on drinking and listening to music using earplugs with his mobile. He couldn't hear the clonking noises above; he was in a world of his own, happy and out of his skull. At around 11.30pm, four pints later and incredibly drunk, Rufus crawled up the stairs and miraculously found the room he'd been allocated. He collapsed onto his back on the small bed and promptly passed out.
He hadn't noticed the addition of some electrical gizmo and a load of wires next to his easy chair.
Marcus looked in at midnight. Rufus was completely comatose.
Perfect, just perfect!