She checked the door: it was unlocked. She had to push the door several times before it opened. It was in dire need of WD40. Inside, almost nothing, except necessary furniture: bed, couch, one bookcase. It was as if he were in the state of moving– which she knew, he had been living there for at around three years, yet there were two full boxes sitting on the floor. The couch looked brand new and the bed was unmade. The fridge was empty, save a half-full quart of milk. In the cupboard- no cups. Dark curtains overshadowed the room. It was a depressing place that was in desperate need of a rug. She left without locking the door.