Rose spooks, halfway to turning around to scurry back out of the room. The silence that follows after all that noise is almost as bad as the sudden chaos itself—there’s no wind or otherwise that could have knocked all that around at once. Still and stunned, there’s a moment where she could have been truly dead again.

She straightens slowly. Did those things just… fall? No, things falling don’t mean piano keys slamming. What does it mean?

She’s still wary. Rose makes her hesitant, staggering way around the perimeter of the room, seeing if she can find something. Anything.