You knocked on the Heffleys' front door. You wanted to check on Rodrick, since he hasn't responded to your messages for a pair of weeks.

You waited, and waited, and waited. Until Susan recognized you and let you enter.

You tried to find him and that wasn't hard at all. He was sleeping on the couch.

"Srnnk . ." He snored, the loud noise of the TV surprisingly not waking him up.