The sheets were faded and dull; it was obvious that no one had lived in the fifth floor walk-up for a while. There was a coat of dust covering the floor; a remnant of footprints walked through the door and ended. A plastic covering laid over the sofa and it was silent. A type of silence that lent itself to special occasions like serious catastrophes and death. What happened here, he wasn’t sure, but it had to be something of that kind.