Remarkably, his mother bounced to her feet and was already at the foot of the stairs. She always said her roller derby skills would come in handy. With one swoop she separated frank from the door knob and slammed the door open, separating it from its hinges. Immediately she headed to the living room and toward the magic box. It was called the magic box because his father used to keep his pot and other stash in there before he split.
Mother keeps it as a remembrance of better times.
The funny thing is that when you ask her about those times she doesn't remember. Frank was sure to take that box the day he left the house. Sure he could have just grabbed the key, but he liked the colorful dancing bears across the front and thought they matched the decor of his living room. It was a strange feeling he had last night that made him move the key from the box. Normally, he would just get out of bed and urinate, but last night he knew he should take precautions.