He stumbled out of his room toward the bathroom and suddenly froze. There were workmen dressed in coveralls in his house. They didn't seem to notice him.
None of the workmen talked. It was eerily quiet. He tried to get in their way, and talk to them, but they simply moved around him like any obstacle, blank looks on their faces.
They acted more like robots than people. He discovered if he stayed out of their way, they didn't seem to be affected by his presence. But what were they doing?
A large group of them was swarming around his mother's room. They were taking the stuff out of the drawers and closets and neatly folding it before placing it into boxes, which they carted out. Each box had some sort of barcode on it.
His mother slept in the middle of this, completely unaware. He slipped past the workers and tried to wake her. But nothing worked. She was completely comatose.
Two of the workers approached him, and he thought for a moment they were going to try to stop him, but they went for his mom. One held her, while the other removed her nightgown and packed them up with the rest of the clothes, leaving her lying on the stripped bed completely naked.
He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't see any way to stop them. He even tried calling 911, but the line wouldn't connect.
