The calm after the storm

I came home from work to find the house clean... clean and empty. I am alone, Gav's moved out and Mark is AWOL (again) he could be on the run from the police or reality or himself... he cleaned up the house and left... he's never cleaned before except when he was on speed and even then he'd just scrub the bathroom sink over and over again till his hands hurt and get distracted before he actually achieved anything close to cleanliness. The floors have been swept and mopped, every dish washed and put in it's place, all the junk mail gone and the coffee table clean of tobacco crumbs... the house seems even emptier being this clean, sterile... the television is gone, it wasn't mine... everything is quiet and still, too quiet... all the noise is gone, all the life has left the building and I am still here... alone