A sewage pipe burst in Sahan Imsel's apartment during the storm. His bedroom is fine, but the kitchen and dining room are a total loss unless he wants to spend more than the furniture's worth on cleaning it. He sends the landlord a succession of angry emails and then heads down to the property manager's office to complain in person, and eventually they get a cleanup crew to dispose of everything and reimburse him for the furniture and put in a work order for the sewage pipe. He has to stay at home until the reds show up, and they don't even have the decency to be on time. He paces.
He opens the closet door and blinks.
This is not his closet.