He headed up the stairs, down the hall, and then into his bedroom. But there was something wrong. When he'd left his room earlier, he hadn't noticed that some things were missing from the room...or how clean his room was.
The room was impeccable. Jon wasn't a slob, but he wasn't this clean. The room seemed rather spartan at the moment. The bed, desk and dresser were there, as was his alarm clock...but...he wasn't sure what to make of it.
