Leave the basement

This is weird. And what you came for isn’t here. You should probably just go find Lopez. You pick your way back through the dark, cramp hallways and aisles to the steps, which creak as you climb up.

The door at the top is locked. You rattle the handle, puzzled. It wasn’t locked a minute ago, and you have only been down here for a second. It’s not that late yet, like not time for the sisterhood to lock up the house for the night. Not that anybody’s going to be showing up here so late.

But if nobody’s showing up, why were there wet footprints? Did someone come in from outside? There is that old-fashioned cellar door. Do people actually use that?

Well… there’s that door. Then there’s the other basement door. So it’s not like this is the only way out of the basement.

Pound on this door?

Or try another way out?