With countless questions and conjectures in his heart, Duncan carefully secured the brass key close to his person, and Alice waited obediently by his side, her eyes shifting eagerly, like a child anticipating a secret.
"Do you feel any different now?" Duncan asked, gazing into Alice's eyes.
"Any different?" Alice tilted her head, touching her back with her hand, and after a moment shook her head, "Just now, I felt a tickle where the keyhole is, but it's gone now."
Duncan frowned upon hearing this: "...That's it? Just that?"
"That's it," Alice replied earnestly, then with a curious look, she added, "Should there be something else? You look so serious... Have you figured out the thing with the key?"