I follow Marie as we get lost in the maze-like house; unsure of where to go while we blindly try to navigate our way through the unfamiliar layout, managing to stumble upon every room apart from the kitchen itself. After closing another incorrect door behind us, we wander back through into the still corridor feeling none the wiser as to where we need to go. We struggle to stay quiet; spluttering into our clasped hands as they smother our crumpled faces, trying to console the uncontrollable fits of laughter erupting between us. Despite our best attempts of remaining silent, we fail miserably at our task at hand while attempting to creep around the confines of the large slumbering home, uncertain as to whether or not we have disturbed anyone within the sleeping household.
When we eventually
