Stage 1: A dark green couch lays in the middle of the living room. It's almost spotless aside from a juice stain on one of its armrests. If one were to reach between the cushions, they would find a small toy elephant, a handful of sticky notes with the names of various herbs written on them, and cookie crumbs buried within the couch. The couch faces a TV showing a documentary about wolves, currently muted. A small stack of DVDs rests next to the TV, mostly Disney movies along with a few other beloved classics like The Land Before time and My Neighbor Totoro. 

A small wooden toy chest lays on one side of the room. Each of its sides depicts an animal: a fox, a bear, a raccoon, a deer. All of the creatures were hand painted well enough to make it obvious what they are supposed to be but poorly enough to show the painter's lack of experience. The chest contains dozens of plastic animals. Dinosaurs, dragons, dogs, and many other kinds of creatures stare out of the open container. Their usual companions, a matching pair of grizzly bear cubs, lay in the middle of the room where their owner left them.

On the other side of the room, a plastic snake hides within the pages of a tattered cookbook, waiting to scare the dickens out of the woman who frequently consulted it. The book's pages have been yellowed by both age and a highlighter. Red notes decorate the margins. The other cookbooks on the bookshelf are similarly marked. Below rows of books about the cuisines of various cultures, edible plants, and diet trends, a dusty shelf full of Magic Tree House books waits in vain to be read.

Stage 2: Tears mar the couch in several places, exposing the foam within. Dirt stains its fabric and fur coats it to the point where it is more brown than green now. The TV is off, and the DVDs lay broken on the floor with their chewed up covers beside them. The toy chest is gone, replaced by a heavy meta trunk with a padlock. The new container hides a gun loaded with two bullets and a tear stained apology letter to a man long since dead.

Claw marks scar the wall around where the bookshelf once stood. The light green paint is peeling in many places and stained by berry juice in even more. A red streak trails from the damaged section to the kitchen. The bookcase lays on the floor, surrounded by its former contents. Cookbooks and school activity books lay are scattered around the room, surrounded by muddy paw prints. Some are torn apart, others are stained with mud to the point where they are illegible, all are damaged. 

Stage 3: The toy chest is back, but it is filled with crumpled up apology letters instead of toys. Some are addressed to a child, some to a husband, some to both. The bookshelf has been restored to its rightful position and once again full of cookbooks, although wilderness survival guides rest alongside them instead of children's books. An old scrapbook lays open on the couch. The photos within depict what are now a dead man, a bear, and a depressed mother. The pages are tearstained. There is a knife next to the scrapbook, clean but still tempting.