The Thief pulls up the window, takes a deep breath, and crawls through. He sees the safe.
The Widow awakens from sleep, hears the wind, and sits up in bed. She grabs the pistol.
He quickly turns out his pockets, searching for something.
She quietly climbs out of her bed, fearing one thing.
The tip of his right ring-finger starts to sting. He grasps what cut him and pulls out a card. He smears blood on the code written on it.
The soles of her feet step across the icy floor. She slinks out into the parlor and approaches the office. The cold steel of the pistol numbs her hand.
Code clutched in hand, he ducks down to the safe.
Temple pressed to the door, she listens closely.
He clicks the combination into the lock.
She inches the door to the office open.
His heart pounds.
Her arm rises.
He opens the safe.
She pulls the trigger.