I walk into my house, and the furniture seems to be rearranged, and perhaps dusted. It's been improved, and some cluttery things seem to be out of the way. A TV that looks nicer than mine is in the corner to the left of the door.

I go into my bedroom to do some computer work, and sit down in front of the computer with some paper. The computer doesn't seem to be waking up properly, and I notice an odd absence of fan noise. I look down, and the computer is gone.

Suddenly I realize what is going on, and I yell to someone "we haven't been rearranged, we've been robbed!" as I rush through the hall and downstairs to check on my guitars.