When she was dressed, she opened the bedroom door a crack to discern what was happening downstairs. To her relief, all of the lights were off. Oliver's bedroom door was shut at the opposite end of the corridor. She thought she could just barely make out the sound of Antonin's breathing from the sofa in the lounge. One of the advantages of having such a modest home was that she could usually tell what the other occupants were up to from any other room. Of course, the small size was exactly what made sneaking out more difficult.