As Amy played the mournful final note of the tune, she felt a gulp of dreadful foreboding, and a lump of solid fear slid down her throat to her gut. For a second she strained against the silence to hear something. Then, very nearby ( or was it far away) came a deep rumble, and a soft patter, softly at first, then louder, then overwhelming, a cry cut short. And then there was nothing but dark and quiet....