The door's definitely locked all right. Ivan and the keys are wherever Ivan and the keys usually are. But Cindy's inventive if nothing else. She stoops down at the front door, both to let Ilde back on her feet and to inspect the lock. Looks normal enough. That's all Cindy's concerned about.

She reaches up into her ponytail and tugs out a hairpin from the base, biting off the rubber ends and bending the metal into the proper position. Slipping it into the keyhole, it takes her a few moments to jimmy the lock open. She really could have just kicked the damn thing down, but she's sure Sonja would have her ass for it.

If Sonja comes back, that is.

"Home sweet home," Cindy announces as the door swings open into the empty house.