A few minutes pass, and the heavy steps walk back along the hallway, and then fades as they walk down the stairs. The sun has fully set, and thankfully the rooms has lighting, a weak, overhead bulb and a pair of lamps each. 

You start to hear noises from outside, which are more pronounced in Emmett and William's room, as they were closer to its source, the fields. The noises are those of steel and stone, hitting dirt. Some rattling. Grunts and moans of labor. It sends you the image of people working the farm fields, though it was nighttime.