It was a blessing that Callum was able to stay at the Nilsson Estate while he attended medical school. His first four years of university being a real pain to get through with dormitory life and Callum was starting to love the seclusion of the private estate. It was summer, Callum was given access to move into his room while Lukas and Samara were off on their own summer plans, and Callum was expecting them back for at least another week. So, when Callum was cooking his breakfast in a pair of loose boxers and a tank top, summer pop filling the emptiness of the vast kitchen, he didn't even hear the others arriving until he heard the door slam shut.
Of course, his first thought wouldn't be to Lukas and Samara, but to someone else getting their way over the secured gate and fence, most likely in some Nicholas Cage-Style Ocean's Eleven to steal something of historical value from The Nilssons. Grabbing the first thing he could find, Callum crept towards the foyer, rolling pin in hand, ready to strike.
