I put the keys in my coat pocket.
Then I went to the first east room and knocked.
Nothing happened.
So I opened the door.
The wind came out first. It wasn't the usual northwest corner draft. That one at least had the decency to move diagonally like it knew where it was going, even if no one could explain how it got there. This wind didn't seem to come from any window I knew about. It also didn't pick a direction. It was moving three different ways at once.
The working on the floor was still there. Mostly.
The stars and the interlocking circles had rearranged themselves into something that definitely hadn't been part of the original design. Several of the outer lines were running against their own. The candles around the edge were still burning.
The furniture had moved again since the last time I checked.
