He did one more check. Yeah, all the doors were shut, and the floor of the mezzanine was cleared and covered in cloth to mask the noise of his footfalls. Everything was in darkness, and the only light came from the single window with the rocking chair and whatever lights the children brought in. He heard voices and retreated back to the crawlspace, placing up the cover behind him and carefully, quietly, descending to the ground floor again. His iron-shod boots had to be left behind in the shed and, once again, he was wearing God-damn foot wraps. Whatever, it was only for one night.