That book that he had tried for many months not to read again. He was moving between the lines in panic, as if he was reading those facts for the first time, even though it was not. He knocked on the door several times, but he did not hear it. The sound of music in his ears was loud enough to drown out any sound coming towards him. How he wished he would not leave like that, how he wished he would not leave while hearing the devil's music in his ears.