The door to Jason's room is closed and locked. Flickering light still seeps from out beneath the door. A minute later Jason has worked himself through the lock with nothing but his "handy-pair or lucky hairpins" (tm) and the door swings open with a creak unhearable due to the loud music.
Inside, the room is in complete disarray. An old single bed is dumped on its side, and a tall bookshelf has been knocked down, its books scattered and torn. An antique wooden desk lies on its back, its drawers splintered open, their contents strewn about the room. A cheap pressboard dresser has been literally torn apart, clothing from inside piled against the wall behind it.
Papers, chemistry textbooks and notebooks are everywhere in the room. Some are torn violently in half, while others have had every page torn out of their bindings. Baffled the four of you gaze through the doorway in the chaos.
Slowly you step inside trying not to step on anything but that just seems impossible since everything is strewn about. Going through the mess, you find a series of red spiral notebooks labeled "Graduate Research." These are Jason's notes from every project he's worked on for the last school year. He filled these notebooks with theories and brainstorms, not just chemical formulas and lab results.
Each entry is dated. Every page but the first has been torn out of the most recent notebook. A carefull search of the room reveals to you all that the missing pages were apparently shredded into tiny bits and strewn around the room and mixed in with the rest of the debris. The first page has two entries on it, the first dated three months ago, the second a week later.
Someone was very thorough, as evidenced by the mess you encountered, in destroying Jason's work.
