Stepping over and around the mass of debris that littered the floor, he found a staircase and hesitated by it for a while, as it was severely damaged by the fire, but he didn’t seem to care that much and he started down it with one hand carefully grasping the bent railing and the other over his bleeding eye. The destruction that met his eye broke his broken heart further, as confused as he was, he could tell this was a home, perhaps his own, and it was broken.