You start cleaning up around the place. It's pretty much trashed. Things knocked over. A coffee spilled on the living room floor and left there. While working you become aware of a nasty rotten smell. Like a dog died in the house or something. Once aware of it the smell is nauseating and persistent. You wait for the pizza man on the porch and eat the pizza there in the fresh air. When full you decide its time to move on to some different house. There's plenty of them out there and that one is too much work.