"Doesn't seem possible," I say.
"Sounds gone," I observe.
"That's what woke me up," she says. "Then I saw you were gone."
"I came down to check it out..." I begin to explain and then am stopped short.
The noise is back, but this time it's coming from upstairs.
"Our bedroom," my wife says.
We climb up the stairs.
There’s also a note.