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“What is that sound?”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing, Never mind.”

“Right. Anyways Mr Eddington…”

Eddington glanced confusedly over either of his shoulders. “Are you sure you don’t hear that?“ He questioned before taking a deep breathe.

“Mister Eddington are you alright? Im afraid I don’t hear anything other then the storm.”

“Perhaps just my mind playing tricks on me, I apologize.”

“Well that’s quite alright, you’re certain your feeling agreeable?”

“Yes, quite.”

“Very well. As I was saying, Jenny and Mr Wilkerson have both agreed to-“

He paused as Eddington’s eyes moved along the walls and ceiling, then proceeded to the floor seemingly searching every plank up and down.

“James are you sure you’re alright?”

“How any times must I tell you I’m well, do you think I’m mad? The storm just has me on edge is all. And that sound! My Lord do you truly not hear that?”

“I never claimed you to be mad, I was merely suggesting you may feel ill, maybe you should rest.”

“Rest? Ha! I can’t hardly hear myself think, I’m certain I can’t sleep!” Eddington stood suddenly from his chair and began pacing the wall.

“What is it exactly you hear?”

“If I knew I would make it stop!” He shouted in response. “If I knew what it was, I would better understand from where it came, or inverse. I know neither, and so I no not how to stop it. Can’t you hear it?”