I open my bedroom door and the first thing I fell was a breeze. That could only mean that the window was open. The window that was locked when we left this morning. The window that Dave and I both checked. As the door swings open, I see the full horror. My worst dreams come true. He has been in here. His hands - and who knows that other parts of him - have touched my underwear. I scream and Dave comes running. I feel my heart beating so fast it is like it is going to burst out of my chest. I point at my clothes and begin to hyperventilate. Dave shuts the window and scoops up my clothes and takes them off for washing. Another thought - he may have been here before and touched what I am wearing. I scream again and tear off my clothes, kicking them away and run to the shower to scrub myself clean.