Days after his last encounter with the woman, Isaac was still on edge. His life had been pervaded with a deep sense of foreboding and he found himself feeling jumpy, even the slightest noise causing his body to tense in anticipation. He couldn't seem to shake the feeling, and it was making him irritable.
Isaac was sitting in the parlor attempting to focus his attention on the record playing on the phonograph. He couldn't seem to pick up more than a few notes at a time. He closed his eyes to drown out the distraction of the room, but then all he could see was the woman feverishly gesturing at him. The music couldn't compete with the silent cacophony in his head.
He felt so inadequate. Why couldn't he understand her message? It'd been all Isaac had thought about for days, but he still couldn't make any sense of her signals. What had she been trying to say?