"Well this is the first time I've ever actually been in 13's bedroom." I said looking around.
"And frankly I'm shocked with how clean and neat it is."
Remembering what had been playing on the tv when I entered, I blushed.
"I think whatever it was that hit 13, it did it so suddenly he didn't even have time to blink. The TV was on when I came in and I had to turn it off by the controls on the set because 13 still has his remote in his hand." I pointed out.
"As for anything missing? That is really hard to say. Since we imps of Bard's can open portals anywhere we want, we tend to keep everything of importance to us in empty dimensions that only we know the 'combination' to. So, I imagine 13 did the same."
Looking around the room I spotted a knocked over photograph that must have been sitting on his beside table.
In the photo was a punk/gothic fairy that looked like Tinkerbell if she had fallen off the wagon and lived a few years of hard living. The fairy in the photo was the kind of trashy but cute kind of female that definitely would have appealed to 13.