They were listening. Ears pressed against the glass, as if it were opaque, like the doors they used to listen through when Kat and Patrick used to fight.

There was nobody in the room behind the window, just the green house and the plants which grew too slowly to notice, but somehow enough to garner praise once they had become large and showy. Lillian seemed to be listening with concentration and Indy, he couldn't help but feel like he had missed the point.

"What is it we're listening for, again?"

"Shh."

"But I'm-"

"Shh. I said shh. You're listening them grow."

"The plants?"

"Shh. Yes. But shh."

Indy pressed his ear again against the glass, forming a small suction to the smooth, glossy surface. He didn't hear anything.