[ CW ] `` Please tell me you 're here to do something about the dust . ''

I grab my bag, make sure my name tag is properly visible, and grab the clipboard. This is the last job we have today. 
 
 I motion for my guys to grab their stuff too. I look down at the clipboard. 
 
 **Cleary, Alison**: 125 S. Boardwalk 
 
 I look up and confirm the address. As my team gets their things ready, I head to the door and knock. 
 
 `` Just a moment!'' a petite voice answers. I hear shuffling, and then locks disengaging. 
 
 The door opens a crack. A small woman peeks out. 
 
 `` Hello!'' she says with a big smile. 
 
 `` Hi Mrs. Cleary?'' 
 
 She nods. I continue. 
 
 `` My name is Todd, from Arken Window and Glass. We're here to help you --'' 
 
 The smell hits me first. She smiles and opens the door wide. The stench is more than I can bear. 
 
 I take a hesitant step inside. Garbage is everywhere. Papers stacked almost to the ceiling. Flies circle around something that probably used to be fruit. A cat darts past us and out the door. 
 
 I look to my left. Large boxes filled with old food drip liquid, which runs in a river-like way to the floor. She motions for me to follow, and in my shock I comply. 
 
 We reach the back bedroom, after having climbed over a mountain of old magazines. She points into the room. I step inside, and immediately vomit in a bucket at my feet. 
 
 The corpse of a man lies in the bed. By the looks of him, it's been a while. 
 
 She comes up behind me and places a gentle hand on my shoulder. I look at her, and she smiles. 
 
 `` Let's not wake Harold,'' she says. `` But please tell me you're here to do something about the dust.''
