<strong>Outskirts of Briar Rose</strong><br/><br/>Nick was doing his best to be stealthy as scouted out the red brick home on the hill.  If there was anyone inside, they'd be watching the town.  He peered in windows searching the darkness.  One of them was more broken out than the other.  He got a grip and pulled himself up and inside.<br/><br/>He gave himself a chance for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.  The sky was still gray, but inside there was little light.  He was in an old nursery.  The remains of a crib and changing table stood against a wall.  He examed the crib.  The wood was rotted, but it had what he desired.  He found a long metal bar that had been a slider to drop the side of the crib up and down.  The wood was rotten and he ripped it off.  That gave him a long metal pole.  He waved it through the doorway, checking for tripwires and moved into the darkened hallway.  Step by cautious step he walked through the ruin, waving his improvised pole in front of him.