The concussion she surely had hindered her from concentrating enough to perform magic. She started looking for something she could use as a lock pick. All those survival skills were coming in handy again. Coming up empty handed she decided to risk alerting Molly to her presence by ramming down the door or knocking off the handle. She found a box of wooden dolls. She suspected they belonged to Molly based on all appearances. Hefting it like a club, she swung it overhead down onto the doorknob. Again and again, she smashed her weapon down onto the old brass knob. Simultaneously, the figurine broke into pieces and the doorknob clattered to the ground. She discarded the pieces and took another as a new weapon. As silently as possible she inched the door forward, pausing constantly to listen for any movement below.