Ffion stares for a long time, unable to take in what she's seeing. The neat apartment she left behind that morning is now a jumbled mess, chairs overturned, rug flipped and folded in the corner and the dresser doors opened with the contents all over the floor. "What a mess!" She goes to the two small bedrooms. They have been treated similarly. "Did someone burgle us? When?" It must have been silent, otherwise she'd have heard. She picks her way through the mess to the back door and tests the knob, but it's still locked. "And how? There's no sign of forced entry..."