Joe takes a quick tour of the rest of the house, noting a few items here and there that would be easy to swipe. There was also some furniture that might fetch a fare price, but obviously not easily portable. A downstairs den had a decent looking computer in it, and a shelf with row upon row of Beanie Babies encased in clear plastic squares. That might be worth something in the right hands, but who knew.<br/><br/>Back upstairs, Joe located Amanda's bedroom at the opposite end of the hall from the master bedroom. Pink was certainly the predominant color in here, with matching wallpaper and bedsheets. Still, the place had a sense of style with a couple of large pillow seats scattered around the floor and several framed photos on the wall tastefully displayed. Nothing struck Joe as particularly embarrassing, although he'd never been a nineteen-year-old girl, so he wasn't entirely sure what was considered embarrassing.<br/><br/>He stood in the midst of the room, thinking, when he heard a sound in the hall. It sounded like a creaky floorboard, the same floorboard he had stepped on himself.