Sam blinked in surprise, but nodded and handed the disk over

Puck vanished from sight BUT the disc was still visible and flipped up into the air like someone was flipping a coin then caught it.

It moved off like some small figure was carrying it. Several moments later it came back and puck appeared.

"There is a back work room and kiln, and upstairs there does appear to be a bedroom and other living quarters but they are all made up and no one is in the beds." He offers the disc back to Sam.

Sam nodded and smiled
"Thank you, Puck.   i appreciate it. "

Puck takes a small bow.

Jack grinned. "Thanks, that's good to know. We won't wake anyone at least, but we should be alert in case someone returns during the night. I'm curious about what's going on in this world. If anyone needs to sleep, we can take turns on watch. Oh, I wonder if there's a basement in this place?"

Puck, "Oh, sorry I didn't look for basements."

Jack nodded. "If there's a basement, that might be where there's a workshop. There must be a kiln around here somewhere. And possibly a secret way in and out of the place. If I lived in this world, that's what I'd want here." He chuckled.

Sam blinked in surprise, realizing that she wasn't tired.  As an actor, she was used to late nights, or even staying up all weekend, busy with two or three jobs a day (hopefully at least one involving acting).  However, this felt different.   It reminded her of the one ill-fated time her roommate talked Sam into trying Methamphetamines.   It was a seemingly endless burst of energy, which, of course, proved to be anything but.   This time, though, Sam hadn't partaken of anything more exotic than some old fashioned rum and a home cooked meal.   She hoped this feeling nevernwent away

Looking over at Jack, she smiled knowingly at his suggestion of an emergency exit.   Once a Bootlegger, Always a Bootlegger, eh?
"This is just a wild guess, but if the night is just beginning here, whichever workmen or church people live here might be coming home for the night.  I'm no expert, but gas lights might mean a world perhapsa few decades older than your
yours, and that means few people wandered around at night"

Jack nodded, Jack looked around to see if there was a clock, to see what time it was. When that failed, he took a look at his pocket watch. "I agree, I grew up during the era of gas lights. People worked as long as they could before it got too hard on their eyes. Then they just went to bed. If nothing is in the basement, then the place is just empty. It 'is' troubling that there's no one on the streets, that just seems wrong."

Puck, "I was surprised to see beds all made up and no one in them, oh and Jack there is a kiln." He points to a door. "That way."

Jack nodded and continued to speak softly. "Thanks. If anyone is here and working, that's where I'd expect to find them. Can you check it, discreetly, to see if anyone is in there? Opening the door would alert anyone on the other side."

Puck "No one was in there when I checked I could scout it out again, just need my disc again."

Sam shrugged
"I can go with Puck this time.   i can be very sneaky when i want to be"

Puck nods and heads back opening the door and looking around the back work room.

Sam sees a work room. A spinning wheel, a kiln, and a glazer. As well as several works of art already on rack around the back room. Puck's own body providing light.

Puck looks around like Jack had suggested and is surprised getting Sam's attention and showing him a secret door. Under a rug.

Sam, letting curiosity get the better of her, pulls the rug away to open the door

Sam gets a feeling the door would be heavy but finds it easy to lift and open.

There is a ladder leading down into darkness.

Sam was about to descend when common sense reared its ugly head.
"Let's tell Jack about this before we blunder into anyone"

Putting thr door and rug back, she headed back to report her findings

Jack turned from the front window to see Sam return. "Find anything interesting back there?"

Puck, "Found a secret door and a ladder."

Jack grinned. "Excellent. Should we check it out? There may be some underground speakeasy in this place."

Sam nodded with a smile
"Sounds good.    Follow me."
She headed back, leading the way down the ladder

Jack nodded and followed along. He stayed alert as they went down the ladder.

Down the ladder Jack didn't find a speak easy.

They did find preserved food and what looked like a map of the city.
To Jack's trained eye this did seem to look like a smugglers den or a resistance location. There were some emergency beds that were just mats with blankets. He even saw what looked like weapons in a corner.

Sam looked at the map, trying to decipher key locations, especially those of allies of the "basement people" and their enemies (including any presumed high value targets)

Sam found that now that she was trying to think along those lines this reminded her of a bit part she had in a movie.

She was able to put the piece together and gather more information then she would normally think possible. While exact details elude her she is able to get a general feel for things. There was some kind of occupation taking place right now.