Charlie inched towards the door, wanting to know what was going on downstairs. He rested his hand on the doorknob, debating whether or not to open it.
He started to turn it, intending to crack it just a little, before he thought better of it.
He turned back around, tripping over the chair he'd brought over, crashing to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs. He laid there for a moment, resting his hands over his eyes.