I slowly opened the door to my old house. I thought that it would have been better looked after but I guess that when I left my sister did the same. Something had been cooked but was left on the stove. I stared out the smashed window where I could see the river I used to swim in. I was so nervous. I started to walk up the old staircase when I heard a creek. I looked down and realized that one of the steps was broken. Slowly kneeling down I lifted the step up and there it was. My old pink box and inside, a USB.