The rat halted below the bloody handprint. As Sirona gradually stood, her eyes met with text. Whoever it was; Sirona felt the need to listen. There had to be a reason for the command- and she wasn't sure she wanted to know the effects of it. Like in all thrillers, curiousity killed the cat, and Sirona didn't want to be that particular feline.

It was a foreign idea- for Dude to converse with a wall. But she nodded; it was probably the safest thing to not touch it. She flinched as Alcyone did, persuaded by her words- Sirona would certainly not touch the wall. It was the librarian's in-depth explanation that made the whole thing sensible; scratching a wall, that is. Sirona moved closer to Dude, scrutinizing each letter. He had forgotten a question mark.