John gets out of bed to investigate the strangeness.

John got out of the bed and put on his fluffy slippers. The floor was usually cold this early in the morning, but today the floor didn't feel cold. It didn't even feel very floorish. Still, **** of habit made him put on the slippers.

Heading out into the hallway he cast one last longing glance at Stacy and her beautifully freckled cleavage, there wouldn't be much opportunity for them to have any fun once the rest of the house woke up. His slippers made a soft, swish flap sound with each step he took.

John yawned and wondered if he should head down to the kitchen and fix himself a cup of coffee before doing anything else. Maybe that would dispell the strange atmosphere that haunted the house.

He got to the stairs, one staircase leading down to the ground floor where the kitchen and his much meeded cup of coffee, the other leading up to the top floor.

Just as John was about to go down he noticed that the door to Fransceska's room was ajar, suddenly he felt a strong compulsion to investigate further.