Stepping cautiously into the room, McGregor quickly took stock. The beds were disheveled. They smelled moldy, but there was no whiff of animal scent ... or anything else. The cupboards were bare. Everything of use had been taken, or scavenged later.
Grunting his disappointment, McGregor slipped back to the doorway, glanced quickly both ways, before heading toward a sunlit window. "Surely," he thought to himself, "in a place this large, something had been overlooked."