Zelta sensed that O'Neil was hearing the sound of the vibrating book. She cleverly pushed the box under the bed with the side of her foot.
"Don't you hear that?" asked O'Neil, looking a bit worried.
"Oh, that... must be the rats, I presume," answered Zelta, smiling sheepishly.
"Rats?" muttered O'Neil, with a lasting puzzled expression.
Zelta was starting to feel uneasy as she stood there, the sound was getting louder.
"Is everything alright?" asked O'Neil with a look of concern on his face.
Zelta flicked a glance around her, wondering what warranted this absurd question for her uncle.
"Mmhm," she replied shortly, nodding her head persuasively.
"Are you sure?" he asked with furrowed brows, seeking to satisfy his troubled mind.
"Why not?" replied Zelta in assurance.
O'Neil shrugged.
"Why ask?" she asked him.
"Um... It's just... you're acting a little strange," he said.
Zelta made a flash of frown.
