There was an energy about it now that had not been there before. A pulsing wave had begun to cours through his veins with the heavy thrum of the silent room before he even stepped across the sharp edged border that marked the separation of the dusty fields and the broad lush circle of grassy yard surrounding the house.
He paused for a second, his gritty, dust-caked foot suspended in limbo above the waving welcome of the grass. What, he wondered, was the silent room? And how did he know it thrummed?