Jake slowly walked his battered bicycle toward Sam’s home. He leaned it up against the retaining wall that separated the front yard from the sidewalk. Jake glanced around the neighborhood quickly as he cautiously began is ascend up the stone stairs that led to a walk way and ultimately to the front porch. Thoughts raced through his head once again at the speed of light, who were those men? What were they doing here? Should he go into the house? Did they do something to Sam? "Get a grip Jake", he said to himself out loud " You're going in, so get it over with." Curiosity would win the day over his neurosis as he made the decision to at enter the home.

As he neared the doorway, Jake bent over in an effort to peer inside the open door. The brightness of the sun, made it impossible to see anything of substance inside the darkened hallway. “Sam?” Jake called out, “You home?” No response. At this point Jake approached the door and reached for the doorbell. He rang it twice. The open door made it easy for him to hear the sound of the bell chimes echoing through the old Victorian. Jake reached for the open door and began in open in inch by inch. Suddenly something sprung upon him. Jake screamed in horror as he instinctively fell backward on to the porch.