Brock opens the door
quickly, stepping through into a farmhouse kitchen from sometime in
the middle of the last century. The range is cold, the table bare,
cupboards empty. He walks through to a second door, which he
discovers leads to a coal house. Returning to the hallway, he opens
the other door, walking into a sitting room of sorts. A rocking
chair stands still by an open fireplace, opposite a two seater
settee. A dining table is pushed tight into one corner, while a
sideboard blocks access to half of it. Against another wall, books
are stacked from ceiling to floor. What Brock can't see is any sign
of human habitation whatsoever. This sitting room has two more
exits, one straight ahead, the other to his left.
“Hmmm,” he mutters
once more, making for the door ahead.
