As soon as the door opens, a red and white springer spaniel matching the painting in the dining room launches out of it, decidedly more animated than its cousin in oils. The dog leaps around, eyes bright and mouth hanging open, wagging its docked tail, jumping up on them, and scrambling around the hallway.

The dog is delighted to accompany them into the bedroom, still wagging. It's neat, like the rest of the house, the bed made and bordered by a large, quality dog bed. Aside from some run of the mill sleeping pills on the side table, everything seems normal - except for the top shelf of Norman's dresser, which contains a gas mask.