I come from a long historical lineage of home inspectors. My great, great grandfather, Haldor Sigurddottirdottirson was a home inspector in rural medival Norway, inspecting thatched roof huts. From the limited records I have been able to attain, typical inspection fees at the time appear to have ranged from a plate of lutefisk for a standard hut, up to a roast foreleg of reindeer for a large bilevel with crawlspace. My own training began at an early age. By age 4, my father had me disassembling and re-assembling electrical panels while blindfolded. I became so proficient at this exercise, that he soon required me to perform this feat without disconnecting the electrical power. After repeated jolts of 220 volts, I became possessed with the unusual abililty to detect even latent and concealed defects in homes. I could accurately predict heat exchanger failures within a range of 2-3 days, and water heater leakage down to the precise hour. At the height of my powers, I had the uncanny ability to complete accurate home inspections before the homes were even constructed. My unusual powers led to unprecidented professional success. Business was booming. Unfortunately, the stress of my hectic schedule led me to adapt a diet consisting almost exclusively of double shots of expresso and hostess twinkies. As you might imagine, after several years of this diet, my health began to wane, eventually resulting in a catastophic seizure. Awakening in the hospital some days later, I discovered that, alas, my unusual powers had vanished. Today, I am just a normal inspector with normal powers of perception. When not concocting absurd fictional stories about my past, I run a fairly successful home inspection business in the Denver, Colorado area.