Anna entered her bedroom to find it trashed. The waste-paper basket was overturned and screwed-up pages of lyrics or unsuccessful writing were spread across the moss-coloured carpet; many soft toy animals had been spread too, as though the moss was their original home. The drawers of Anna’s wooden cabinet had been flung open and closed frantically. Anna hurried to them first, but, after a quick scan, saw that nothing had been taken, yet.
Any other person would have run for the police. But Anna didn't need to think twice. It was typical of her brother to make such a mess.