It flickers then cuts out.

You had left your busted up phone downstairs. Making do with the dim light, coming in from the one window at the far end of the room is tough. You keep bumping into stuff and almost step on a few rusty nails.

The whole attic is full of crap. You knock over two empty picture frames, a lamp the shape of a poodle and a ceramic elephant you made in the 6th grade, before seeing her boxes. You drag the rowing machine, that no one ever used, out of the way, and start to dig though.

It seems like you sister has been through here more than once to pull out anything really worth taking. You manage find a few boxes of clothing in the mess. Your options are pretty limited though.