Maurice wrung his hands together as Heather finally fit inside the house.

There wasn't a lot of room for a bird abomination like Heather to move around. Things creaked and bugs crept through the debris. Spiderwebs caught in her feathers and fur. There were a couple of sealed metal tins thrown in one corner. They were the size of a man's palm, circular, and whatever paint or labels they'd had were long gone thanks to rust.

There were beams near the roof that were a little too small to be called rafters but two things rested on them--a mason jar filled with what looked like dirt and a key that looked like it belonged to some kind of vehicle.

"Heather...Heather, come out. Let's keep exploring, there's nothing here."