His hands shake, just enough to stop him getting the key into the door. He pauses, breathes, tries again and he is able to turn the lock, and hear the latch opening with a solid click. The door opens: he is in his new home. It smells damp. The air is stale. Though it is mid-morning the living area he has stepped into is dim, with the blinds down. He sees that one of the blinds is broken, hanging askew with one of its cord...