Nighttime. I had packed some of my things into my dad’s car. We had agreed that I was going to stay with him for while in accomodation of a business arrangement. A short way down the road, Dad stopped the car, claiming he could not take me. I got out and took my most essential belongings from his backseat before he drove away. When I arrived home, the building was old and falling apart. Just on the other side of an open window, steps led upward, toward a second floor. A chain wrapped around the handrail on the outside steps and was fixed to the rail with an open padlock. The chain held the window open, making the house seem to provide even less protection from the outside. I removed the padlock from it’s hole in the rail and closed the window.