Even as she clears the front room, Integra feels slightly startled - she doesn't recognize any of the symbols on the walls, the floor, everything. "Wards?" Her voice is hushed. Someone did all this, painstakingly - and if it was Mabel, she isn't well.

Finding nothing in the living room or kitchen, she faces the hall. "Ms Albans, are you here?" Not shouting, but forceful, making her voice carry. She doesn't drop her guard.