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... but you instinctively know that you are going to have wait a little longer. With the position of the door, relative to the rest of the room, you can tell straightaway that there are entire swaths of this room that you won't be able to see from here, even if the kitchen was completely devoid of any furnishings, any potential obstructions. No, you are going to have to rely on your ears here - not your eyes. Moving as deliberately as your shivering and intermittently shuddering body can, you close as much of the distance as you dare between you and slit. You doubt that even if anyone was inside the kitchen at the moment, they would be able to see under the thin slit for the door, but ... well, your wand is in your pocket, unsalted and without a Fuel Nodule pinned in, so you simply cannot suffer risks - not now. With your ear in place, you hold your breath, do your best to hold yourself still, and listen as if your life depended on it. Which it very well could.
Unfortunately though, the seriousness of the circumstances are not enough make your ears work any better. At the moment, all you can hear the small creaks and squeaks of the wooden steps underneath you, and the rustle of your clothes ... and no matter how hard you try, you cannot stop either. It is almost to the point where you are more concerned about someone hearing you than you not being able to hear yourself. But just when you think you have been defeated - you find yourself delivered instead. Unmistakably, there is a sound in the kitchen, and it sounds like it is coming from direction of the chimney. It is a hard sound to describe, but it is sort of like ropes unfurling, with - Oh! The thick Conduit, of course!
But - wait, no ... if, if you are right, and it is the thick Conduit, and you can hear it all the way from the basement door, then - well, then it can't really be considered hidden, now can it? So ... Heights of Hell, have you been creeping and crawling around a completely empty house this entire time? Father ... father would never leave a Construct just out in the open like this, no sensible Witch would - not unless they were certain that no one would stumble upon it. You go back to listening again, only to find that the rope-sound has gotten louder, almost loud enough that you don't need to focus and strain to hear it. If you were on the other side of this door, you'd probably hear it no problem. Still, you listen for a little longer - you listen until you are certain that you are hearing blood rustling through your ears, and you cannot make out anything else. You would say with high confidence that there are no sounds of movement or life, beyond the Construct coming down the chimney.
