Trent looked at his stuff. The room was full of it, packed to the ceiling in unending drifts of detritus. He had an urge to pull out his axe and practice, but he'd long-since forgotten where his amp was. He shifted his weight and the motion caused a flurry of pizza boxes to slide down to his feet, allowing a small metal object to glint and catch his eye. Round.
"I'm going to have to take you in the back door. Is that okay? I mean we should be able to get in through the kitchen, but the living room is right out."
"Yeah, that's fine."
Huh, maybe it was an amp knob. Well, only one way to find out.
He started to climb towards the glistening metal, undeterred by the disturbing way the mound moved beneath his feet. A man on a mission. Scrabbling, he reached the top of the pile. Disappointment. It was only a disused aerosol canister.
"You don't think it's weird?"
"Nah. My parents only gave me the back door key too. Of course their precious younger daughter gets a front door key. Nothing but t