The little filly sighed softly in relief to it all but the relief was of short terms. For the voice of her sister echoed on the hallway. "What in..? First my door is standing open, then Sweetie's... Am I starting to get messy?" And almost right after the words were spoken there was the click of Sweetie's door being closed that did its turn through the upper level of the building. "Time for some, wine," the mare spoke to herself before the sound of her hooves that went down the steps of the stairs fell into the ears of the filly until they faded away. Once again it was the silence that had taken over the room, if not the whole floor. A silence that was both creepily eerie and wonderfully satisfying.