L and BB arrive at a dingy looking house with peeling grey paint. B rings the doorbell. And nobody answers. So he pushes the doorbell multiple times.

"Maybe she's deceased or unconscious." L suggested.

"I could bust down the door or sneak in the widow..." Beyond said helpfully.

"Coming!" shouted a voice. Then some tripping was herd and several "ouches" and "damns"

"Hi are you two the guys I was expecting?".

"Most likely" said L

The woman who opened the door was wearing jeans and a ragged T-shirt that's slogan was now illegible. Her greying brown hair was tied up in a messy bun. She hastily shoved aside trash bags blocking the door and made a path for the two look-a-likes.

At first they thought that they had stepped into a trash dump. The living room was not very livable, with boxes and bags everywhere with seemingly useless objects such as news papers, towels, chicken bones, sardine cans, framed pictures, photographs, chipped vases, broken china, half a Ouija board, two cat beds with the stuffing falling out, a pair of overalls hanging from a rope suspend by two nails at the top of the walls, and a jar of really old, moldy, dried up strawberry jam.

L and BB just stared.

"Oh sorry it's been a little cluttered around here...I'm Sandy" she extended her hand for them to shake.

"That's a bit of an understatement..." L muttered but Sandy didn't hear"

"Are you guys twins?" she asked

"Ummm...maybe..." said the detective. He turned to B who was looking around the room with his blood red eyes wide, darting around into every corner. He looked a little sick.

"You ok?" L whispered.

Beyond didn't answer. But just gave his mirror image a horrified eyebrows raised glance.

"Uhhh...let's see...I think there's some beds in that room..." Sandy pointed.

"Gr-great muttered Beyond, stumbling over an iron birdcage.

B slammed the door behind him and shook his head.

"This place is absolutely disgusting"

"I didn't think you would be so bothered by that."

"Well it's gross!

"And smashing peoples eyes on the ground isn't?"

"I only did that once! And it's not like I'm keeping a collection of eyeballs!"

"Where the hell are the beds..." L said, thoughtfully biting his thumb.

"Maybe...here's one" B cleared a pair of vintage dresses a single sneaker, a beaded lion statue and four trash can lids off of an old wooden bed and sat down. The other bed turned out to be a mattress on a bed frame with two of the legs missing so L put a locked trunk under the end to support it. L also found a sleeping bag with a thin layer of dirt on the outside. Reaching his pale hand inside he withdrew a dead mouse that looked as though it had been freeze dried.

They just left they're bags cloths on their beds to avoid losing them in the hoarder ladies pit of trash.

Beyond was quite obsessive about sorting everything out and making an attempt to clean it, while L sat on his bed reading a random book he had found on the floor and sticking his fingers into his bag of sugar he brought and licking them off.

Beyond suddenly got up from a box of clothing and other articles he was going through and walked over to the door.

"Where are you going?" L asked.

"To the bathroom."

"Will you hang yourself by the shower curtain?"

"No"

"Drown yourself in the tub?"

"Take pills you found in the cabinet?"

"I wouldn't put anything from this house in my mouth!"

"Find another box of matches?"

"How should I know?"

"Yeah I just don't want you to have any more incidents with them"

"I'm not even feeling depressed! and I could whack you on the head with lamp so you'd pass out and stop being annoying" He picked up the nearest light.

"Whacking people on the head with lamps is my job, and I still think your depressed."

"If you hate me than why do you care?" The ruby eyed one inquired.

"...You know what, just go and if you aren't back in 7 minutes 41 seconds than I will assume your dead."

"Fine"

30 minutes pass and L realized he had forgotten about his impersonator so he loped down the hall in his usual position.

"B" He called through the door in a monotone (I'm not actually sure how you do that, but L did"

"What is it?" Beyond responded.

"What are you doing?"

"...nothing"

L turned the handle on the door and saw B somehow maneuvering himself on the top of the medicine cabinet, bending over in a seemingly impossible position and scrubbing the ceiling with a sponge.

And L was just like...0-0 WTF?

"I'm CLEANING" BB said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world."

"..."

"I happened to notice the amount if filth in this room so I'm in the process of

sanitizing it."

"Why? Are you really that concerned about it!" The onyx eyed one inquired.

"It's DIR-TY! I absolutely cannot stand dirty bathrooms! Or any other rooms!"

"You got a bathroom dirty with blood and you never cleaned it."

"Yeah but I cleaned the rest of the house so that should make up for it."

"Suit yourself" L shrugged as Beyond balanced on the sink counter and unscrewed the light bulb, and then proceeded to wipe out the socket.