He listened. He could hear the sound of people sleeping in the bedroom. But there were also noises from the stairs outside: men coming up, talking in quiet voices. Munro moved into the living room. There were clothes all over the floor, more dirty plates, dirty glasses, and empty beer bottles. Munro had an idea. ‘Those men must know what I look like,’ he thought. Looking through the clothes on the floor, he found what he wanted-some dark green running trousers, an old Powderfinger T-shirt and some trainers that were about his size. This is my favorite scene. Munro is a British spy, flies to New Zealand. He is always chased. One day he founds a apartment and hide in it. He changed clothes; he and his pursuer passed each other, but he is not found! I worried if he was hound!!