[ Clara's focused now, but not so much so that she doesn't glance over appreciatively at Red before grabbing an empty travel bag and tossing it aside. ]

The wood is different, and it gave a little. I think it's a secret compartment or something. Or I've read too many cozy mysteries.

[ Once she can see the back of the wardrobe clearly, she pushes at the spot in the back and a hatch pushes inward, about the size of a small dog door. ]

Oh, fuck, look.

[ Pointing the torch inside, she can very clearly see things scattered about, and something wrapped in cloth. She's already handing the torch over so that she can tie her hair back, mind made up about going in. ]

There's something back there.