Papers are scattered everywhere in this room, but it is otherwise empty. 

As you gently close the door behind you the papers in the center move slightly.

"I just want to talk..." you say slowly. Hesitantly. Is that really all you want? It doesn't matter.

You don't see anything. You don't hear anything.

You walk to the center of the room. You hear a door gently close behind you. You shufle the papers in the center but nothing seems to be relevant in them.

"I. I'm going back to the study. To the glass pane. I want to see you again. I think I can hear you there."  You say loudly, hoping that the invisible figure can hear you.

You need to know.