All right then. He clasps the lock and pulls the chain back until it's taut. And with a quick, superhuman reflex, loosens and pulls.

It's the speed that does it more than anything, but it does break, only to be casually deposited in a side bush. Something for the owners to find when they next come calling. Next, the door is yanked and pushed firmly and, not unsurprisingly, that opens, too.

Mitchell looks around deftly, then sticks a head around the door, and then looks back around again.

And then a hand reaches out to tug Hasi's arm and drag her in after him.