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With a pensive expression, Alison ghosted across the hall, hesitating at the juncture leading to the rooms further down, or towards the stairs. Finally she turned, walking down the stairs slowly, turning the key in her hand over and over.

When she reached the kitchen, she paused once more, looking at the key nestled in the flat of her palm. And the small white tag attached to it, with the words "Music Room" written neatly on it. A few minutes passed, Alison deep in thought, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Finally, she shrugged and opened the cup board. Reaching up she pulled down a small box of tea, and opened it to drop the key inside. After setting the box back where it belonged, she turned and headed back for her room again, without looking backwards.