You're down in the basement around six, after dark already, getting the bin of Christmas decorations out of the way so you can get to the water heater. The furnace sits there and doesn't kick on. You notice because the room feels the same temperature as the hallway upstairs, which it shouldn't in November. There's a thin haze hanging near the burner compartment, catching the light from your phone when you crouch down to look. No smell you can place, just the dust. You stand there a second, deciding whether this is something to deal with tonight or something that can wait until morning, and whether it's worth pulling the cover off yourself to look for the crack you read about.