noises in the darkness

Walking home after a long day of work that followed a long night of being social and a very short time actually sleeping, I dial up my voicemail to check a new message,

"Hello, Jenna, this is Tim. Um, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but when I woke up this morning your rear window was smashed in...well yes someone broke into your car sometime last night, and well, I thought I should let you know..."

I didn't really hear the end of the message as my feet changed directions, leading me a few blocks away to the driveway where I park my car. The entire rear window shattered, a hole bigger than a basketball leered at me. The things in my trunk were uncovered from the canvas that hid them but...nothing was missing. My CD case holding my entire collection of music, a stand of drawers that holds miscellaneous electronics and crafty items, my kitchen scale all sat grinning under glinting shards of glass.