The mare climbs onto the oven and pushes at the roof of the apartment. There is a slight shift, and she continue to put strength into it, shifting the exhaust pipe when necesarry to keep it away. She even has to stop and lunge at it during a heart stopping moment where the the pipes and the joints separate from each other. She hadn’t realized it before, but it’s not even secured together.
Eventually she pops her head into a sort of attic above the apartment. It’s very dusty, and also far too dark, the only light coming from a trio of small circular windows on the south side of the building. Even in the incredibly dim light however it’s not hard to tell that the place is mostly empty.