Enoch jumps when he hears the scream. Something terrible must have happened nearby. He listens eagerly and the whispering holds its breath.
He rises from his chair and leans his head closer to the door, as if a few inches will make a difference.
He reaches for a roll-up, lights it at the third attempt and lets it dance on his lips as the whispering begins again. He rises again, but can't locate its source. Slowly, he sits again.
Perhaps it's been outside, he thinks, referring to whatever is whispering. Perhaps it's done something very bad.