You slowly slide the door open over a four minute period. There's no sound from it at all. You creep through the place, its only lit by the light outside. The living room is empty. There's grapes on the coffee table beside a Wall Street Journal. You eat several handfuls and you pocket more. You check the other rooms. The place is empty, locked. You find a .32 hand gun and plenty of food and drink. You find clothes that fit you so you take a shower and switch into them. Much nicer clothes.