Hall of Infinite Doors

You regret now leaving your shoes at the front door.

"Here," you say "stand on my back. Can you reach the window?"

You feel her little feet standing on your back when you see Sonya's shadow the top of the stairs. She's holding some kind of weapon and is aiming in your direction. You're not too worried. It's dark. She can't see you.

Or wait . . .

"Almost got it . . ." says Anne, straining.