旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Strrrrrrrange BITS! Page 74 � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � The house was quiet now. Probably for the first time all day. The movers � � had stomped in and out since early morning carrying in boxes, furniture, � � tools and a piano. The lady of the house, Anne, not her real name, settles� � down on the sofa next to her husband. She sips from the cup, her third � � cup of coffee for the day. The two look at each other as they both stretch� � their legs out, tired from the moving day. They begin talking about how � � they want to decorate the room in which they now sit. But when Anne sugg- � � ests to Bill that they remodel the two bedrooms and bath on the third floor� � the noise begins. At the top of the stairs, on the second floor, comes a � � loud banging sound, like a box of glassware has fallen and crashed to the � � floor. They look at one another, thoroughly perplexed by what they have � � heard, since both knew no glassware was on the second floor. � � Bill gets up to check, making certain no one else is in the house. Satis- � � fied that no one is on the first floor he starts up the stairs to the sec- � � ond floor. He expects to find a mess from the box falling. But instead � � he finds nothing out of place. He walks up the next flight of stairs to � � the third floor, but again he finds nothing. He returns to the first floor� � and sits down on the sofa next to Anne. � � "What was it?" Anne questions him. � � "I couldn't find anything. Everything seemed to be exactly the way it � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸