The music being replaced so abruptly prompted Luca to turn in the direction of the phonograph. He hadn't really been paying attention to it to begin with, but he certainly noticed when it stopped. The crystalline ringing of wine glasses so near to him kept him from noticing when the doors were locked. He was sad to see that the party, such as it was, seemed to be over. It appeared to him, however, that the festivities may also be just beginning.

When the vibrating of the room began to increase in magnitude, it gave Luca some idea of where things were going. Retaining his mostly-full glass in one hand, the thief picks up an unopened bottle in the other before moving to the nearest wall. On his way, he nearly laughed at the idea that anyone at all trusted him, let alone the reclusive Fowle. That Micawber had been watching did not come as too much of a shock though, as the lord would have to have some way of obtaining information and supplies. He made it to the wall just as the loud clacking started to commence. Leaning against it, he looks warily at the floor.

Bottles and glasses crash to the ground, and the lights flicker around them all. It felt like his heart jumped into his throat when the room dropped, and his wine sloshed over the edge of the glass to stain the end of his sleeve. Cursing, Luca drained the glass before depositing it upside-down atop the bottle in his other hand, his forefinger holding it in place. He glares across the room at the phonograph, imagining that this is all some twisted prank for a moment. Glancing around, he catches one last glimpse at the sky beyond the windows before the room is swallowed whole by the earth.