Gracie knew there'd be a smell. If the most obvious answer for their absence turned out to be true, then they'd been lying dead in an apartment with boarded up windows for several days. Even an air conditioner turned up to full blast wouldn't do much to preserve their remains. But even knowing this, turning it over in her head until the inevitable sight of her only remaining friends as decomposing meat felt like nothing more than a series of logical statements, wasn't enough to prepare her for the reality. It wasn't just a smell. It was a full-on stench. The kind that makes you want to flush out your sinuses when it's over, and it only got worse as she neared the source.<br/><br/>An army of hungry insects, twin stains on the wall that bloomed red like roses for a lover, two hands that would never let go of each other, and a shiny new weapon. The room was a gallery of details too horrific to piece together. The complete picture would ruin Gracie just then. It would stick to the back of her eyelids for the rest of her life. A look through the other rooms revealed little else. There was no food at all, a box of 38 caliber rounds in the liquor cabinet, alongside some bottles with little more than a drink left each, and a hefty supply of toiletries. A pretty nice haul for an hour's work and a year of necessary therapy.<br/><br/>(Found: Taurus 38/357 revolver, 48 bullets (38.), 3 nearly empty liquor bottles, a large supply of toiletries & cosmetics.)