You walk to the end of the hall and push open the white door.
The floor is littered with clothing. You see a red dress, a plaid shirt, a pair of underwear, a bra, a few pairs of work pants, a yellow sun dress, white, green, brown shirts, a high-heeled shoe, striped ties, and other assorted clothes. It looks like the closet exploded.
A large bed sits in the middle of the room, a ceiling fan that once clung to the ceiling above the bed lies in its middle where it crashed.
You spy a door on the other side of the room that looks like it leads to the bathroom. You hear running water coming and can see steam billow out the open doorway.