Gemotions

He walked through the house, hands clasped behind his back, his brow furrowed. He felt a sense of impatience, a need to escape the confines of the present. He wasn’t sure what he was searching for. He found himself inspecting the old wooden floors, as if searching for a clue.

He slammed open the closet doors in the guest room, peering inside as if expecting to find an intruder. He paced the house, looking for something to do, some sort of activity to keep him occupied.

He studied the mirror in the master bedroom, tapping the frame. He found that it was loosely attached to the wall. He removed it, and found a small door, which led to a secret staircase.