Karen strode towards the door of her tenant's flat with the sort of determined gait that brooked no nonsense, while I, her trusty lawyer, followed in tow. In my humble opinion, I'd say I was a wise and learned individual who was always ready to offer counsel and guidance - In exchange for his fair share, of course. As over the time Karen had become one of my most reliable returning customer, to the point I was certain we had promoted each others number to our speeddials.

We were on a mission. There were at least three extra bodies milling about in the tenant's flat, and they were most certainly not on the lease. And thus we were determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, and I wasn't about to let a mere tenant stand in her way.

Karen banged on the door with a great deal of ire, and after a moment or two it creaked open to reveal a sleepy tenant, still in his robe and slippers. She drew herself up to her full height and began to give the tenant a proper dressing down, telling him in no uncertain terms, though civilizedly dubious, that the unit was exceeding capacity and that the extra people had to go.

However, as Karen was really getting into her stride, the tenant interrupted her. "You can see them too?" he asked, his expression of befuddlement.

I stepped forward, ready to offer my legal expertise, perphaps to help the fellow out sorting his confusion. "This is a clear violation of the lease agreement," I declared with authority. "The tenant is liable for any damages or consequences that may arise from ovecrowding. I advise you to rectify the situation immediately or face legal charges. Additionally, my client expects to be reimbursed for any extra utilities the three extra bodies may have consumed."

But the old man acted like I was chirping nonesense like a sparrow, and started flapping his hand at me as if to shush me up. ''Tell me, how do they look?''

The tenant's response caught me off guard. I blinked in surprise, taken aback by his nonchalant demeanor. "Excuse me?" I asked, not quite sure I'd heard him correctly.

Karen though, was not about to be as polite as I. However before she could unleash her fury the tenant repeated his question, "How do they look? Are they transparent, ghostly, or anything of the sort?"

I glanced at Karen, who was similarly bewildered. "What are you asking?" she said slowly, taking a deep breathe to regain composure, trying to gauge the man's state of mind. "The issue here is not how they look like."

''Child!'', the tenant raised his tone of voice, ''if they are not transparent to you then you have a much bigger problem than 3 extra freeloaders.''