For a moment, he lost focus of her. That noise was back and this time it was here to stay. This time voices seemed to be woven into the original noise. “Can you hear that, Jessica?” He was going to wait for her response but realising that she more than likely did, he continued. “No don’t answer that, of course you hear it or I am going mad. Those noises from within the house, they are back.” He wanted to stay but he knew that he had to leave the room and investigate. With or without her he had to know where the noise was coming from. “I am sorry but we will have to continue this at a later juncture as I feel I must investigate what is going on. Please get dressed and follow me if you would like or stay here where it is safe.” At that he stood from his chair, turned to face the door and opened it. He then twisted his head to see if she was following his instruction to dress.<br/><br/>At that he turned to face the exit and within a few strides he found himself back on the stairwell where they had met Jessica just before the tour began. He was not sure if she had followed him as the noise in his head had increase so much that he could only focus on that. He began to consider that, like every normal sound, the closer he got to the origins of it the loader it would appear. He was not totally sure he should investigate that theory; however the need to know far out weighed his common sense so he pressed on up another flight of stairs.<br/>