Bert's lantern cast it's insipid glow through the windows, but they were relatively opaque from dirt on the glass. He could tell the room was furnished, sitting room or the like but everything was covered. Retracing his steps Bert moved through the tall grass towards the front door. There was a small wooden step, warped and cracked with age that creaked noticeably under his weight. He re-buckled his lantern to his belt before reaching for the doorknob.