A gusty breath of the storm outside came howling down the chimney flue, rattled the fireplace cage and snuffed the flame to all but embers. In the parlor's dim penumbra, no trace remained of any midnight visitor. The banging in the cellar subsided, and what the mind could no longer track by sound, it was able to conjure in any dark pocket just out of sight. Memories of the common room stocked with masked lunatics, only hours before, became imprinted by the earlier brush with violence.<br/><br/>During the day, the south door remained locked, opened by an orderly's key. Now the same held true for the kitchen and library doors, those egresses which no doubt led out onto the asylum grounds. The guest and spare rooms were equipped with similar key-operated latches, but neither of these had been locked, nor were the northwest stair, the northeast machine room, or the dining hall. Doctor Heinfroth had not seemed to leave the dining hall after supper, and yet no light came from that chamber, making it unlikely she remained there still.<br/><br/>The hollows of those locks, accommodating for a large key from either side, were sufficiently deep to be workable with even improvised tools. There presented no good alternative for securing the room where Zoe, Michelle, and Michelle slept, short of great labor moving oak furniture. To venture into the cellar would surely require some larcenous skill, and the upstairs remained a mystery.<br/><br/>Ultimately, there was no reassurance to be found in that brisk midnight search of the parlor.<br/><br/>First Floor:<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/yjv2Bdz.png)<br/><br/>Cellar:<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/hL4LgvZ.png)