Today I woke up to some noise, one of the neighbors down the hallway, Gunnar, was accusing the caretakers of having stolen his room, and of course all his things. The arguing was very loud and some of the other seniors here started to get afraid that this might also happen to them. So they rushed to their rooms to stand guard. I was not afraid because I was still in bed, and therefor also in my room, and then pretty sure it was still at its place, because I had not felt it being moved.
Anyway, it turned out Gunnar was in the wrong end of the hallway, and his room was found with all his things after some investigation, and we could all start breakfast without any more drama.