Lizzy had gotten bored of playing with her dolls, so ran up to Tatiana's bedroom door, listening to her perfect tune. She tried to listen, pressing her small ear up to the gap in the door. She was concentrating on the music, trying to work out what it was about. She was still clutching her ragdoll in her hand, and dropped it on the floor. It made a soft bump, albeit loud enough to hear because of the echoes the hall made.