[And, like clockwork, or like he's been trained, there's the sound of shifting sheets, the quiet creak of floorboards. He's hurrying, from the sound of the footsteps. Because crashing noises never mean anything good.]
[He appears around the corner, before he stops short, looking at the broken pieces at his bare feet.]
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[He appears around the corner, before he stops short, looking at the broken pieces at his bare feet.]
Ah--
Is everything all right?