You go up to the door to your room, which you closed on the way out. You press your back against the wall next to it and pull out your sharpest, most weapon-like lockpick. You place your hand on the knob, and silently turn it. Slamming open the door, you dive through and land on the opposite side of your bed. Quickly getting up, you start waving your pick around like a knife.
There is no one. Only the room as it was when you left. The music you heard is coming from inside the top drawer of your cupboard. Opening it, you see that it's a cell phone, and it's ringing. You pick it up and accept the call.
"Hello?" you say tentatively.
"Hey! John! You finally got around to checking out your new digs, eh?" It's Mr. Baker.
"Uh, yeah."
"Good. Now, you had a blue sedan, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Heh, well, no, you don't."
"What?"
"You know how there was this huge earthquake that the city barely survived?" ha ha, very funny.
"Earthquakes don't destroy cars," you dutifully inform him.
"No, but falling buildings do. Come back to the office and I'll get you a new one, alright?"
"Okay..."
"Great! See you in a few minutes." He hangs up.
Why is he spending so much on you? No CEO is that generous. There must be something up.
You go downstairs and out the door. You navigate your way through the traffic-leaden streets and sidewalks to the Carson office. Parked in front is a shiny new sedan. This one, however, is silver and unscratched. It's a nice car, but a part of you feels mildly disappointed. A Ferrari or Porsche would have gone more with the theme of events so far, you feel.
Mr. Baker Walks out of the front doors and greets you with a smile.
"Hey, Johnny boy! Whaddaya think?" He grabs your hand and shakes it vigorously.
"Uh..." You try to come up with the words.