Now he was close enough to see that the window was open - he could see the silhouette of his mother, dark against the light; he imagined her watering the geraniums in the flowerbox. She closed the window and drew the curtains. Now Adrien had reached the metal fence; he imagined looking in his pocket for a bunch of keys with a bird-shaped tag as a keychain, and selecting the right key to open it - the smallest one of the group. He saw himself walk towards the door as his fingers landed on the key that would open it - the one with the square head.