The rest of the downstairs rooms were filled with equally nice goods, including a flat screen plasma television in the living room. That sure would be nice to take, but it's not exactly going to fit into Joe's pocket. On the carpet before the tv are a pair of pink two-pound weights, and the air smells slightly of lingering sweat, like someone had worked out in here recently. Joe spotted the case for an exercise DVD on the couch, and he got the feeling that he wasn't alone in the house.<br/><br/>Making his way upstairs, he listened, but all he heard were his own footsteps. Reaching the top floor, he saw a hall stretching to his left and right, and for the first time he spotted light. At the far end of the hall, to his left, was a door slightly ajar with light coming from under it. There was another door to the far end of the hallway to the right, and two doors in between, although none of them showed signs of life. In the gloom of the hallway he could make out dark shapes on the walls, picture frames with family photos no doubt.