The next building was a medium-sized ranch house, with white seamless vinyl siding and the rusted remains of a Ford Explorer in the driveway. When Davis reached for the doorknob, he experienced a ridiculous urge to knock before entering. Knowing the rest of his team would give him grief, he resisted the urge and grasping the doorknob, used his shoulder to push against the partially rotted wooden door. He met with a small amount of resistance and when Davis had pushed his way through, the team saw that the obstruction had been caused by a small skeleton. There was a moment of confusion regarding the shape and size of the skeleton until they saw tufts of fur and a red nylon collar around its neck. Three identification tags were attached to the collar. One of his team member's slowly crouched down and checked the tags. “His name was Guido,” he announced.

Davis surveyed the area. They had entered a kitchen, which at first glance seemed to have held up well over the years. On the counter by the window, a man's wristwatch rested. Davis picked up the watch and recognized it as one identical to what his brother wore. It had a titanium finish, and its battery could be recharged by any light source. His brother had once told him that as long as it got some regular exposure to everyday light, it would keep going forever. Davis checked and saw that even with the light coating of dust, it was indeed still running, and the time was very close to being accurate, even after forty-two years. He reverently placed the watch back, exactly where he'd found it.

The team moved further into the house. Several of the windows had been broken, and there was extensive damage from the weather after so many years. Davis inhaled, and a musty, unpleasant odor got caught in his nostrils, worsening as they went deeper inside. In the living room, there was a faded portrait on the wall of a happy couple, who appeared to be in their sixties. In the photo, they were formally dressed, and there was a handsome German Shepherd sitting obediently at their feet.

Davis moved slowly, and in places could feel the floor was spongy beneath his feet. “Why don't the rest of you head back out, I'm not too comfortable with the strength of this floor. Daniels, come with me. We'll take a quick look around the rest of the house and be right out,” Davis instructed.