Noah lifted his little brother so that he could peer through the high window. "Ye see owt?" he asked. The little boy was so light that it hardly took any effort to hold him up as long as James held on to the window sill. 

"It's deserted," said the younger boy, and he pushed himself off with his feet, using Noah as a step, much to the teenager's annoyance, and climbed in. 

Noah followed nimbly. He was used to climbing through windows. They had had to climb through one in their old hide out and that had been more difficult, because there had still been some broken class in the frame. He had cut himself several times. This window - the only one that hadn't been boarded up, could be opened and closed, though there was no lock. He suspected that the board had been removed by a previous unlawful inhabitant, which was why he had let James peek inside. They didn't want to run into any thugs. But it seemed the place was deserted and they were lucky after all.

When he was inside, he shut the window behind him and looked around. The floor was covered with wooden floorboards and creaked under their feet. The wallpaper was hanging off the walls. This place had clearly been out of use for some time. It was a bit smelly. Mice, probably, possibly rats. But he had dealt with worse. 

"This will do," he said. He took a bundle from his back and untied it. It was a blanket, wrapped around another blanket and food. He spread one blanket out across the floor and put the other over it.