Tapping, whispering, scratching.

I hear them all.

Snowy's a metre or two away, I hear her panting. My brother's heavy footsteps, too. Now, Snowy's walking and I hear her nails against the floor, still panting. Wei Qin's voice talking to my brother, my sister's soft whispering in my room, she's on the phone. My brother's mouse clicks.

I hear all, but still, no phone vibrating against the table top.