Fyroh sighed, then decided to walk home. He looked up, and his window was open; he didnt remember that. He quickly rushed indoors, and noticed his house seemed messier; but neater at the same time... the messy stuff was worse, yet there was... well, less of it. Fyroh gasped. His photo albums were gone, his money reserve, his flowers, his family emblem... He walked in, depressed, and slipped on the same pizza box. He grumbled, and got up; the things from the balcony were gone too. He stared at the ground below, and sighed. "Why did it have to happen to me?" he asked out loud, leaning on the balcony rail.