The EMF was giving him nothing, so Avery looked around the kitchen, ears wide open for any strange sounds. "Amanda Garrick, if you're here, give us a sign," he called, his voice suddenly at a normal volume. He waited for a long pause, but there was nothing, so he moved through into the dining room. The table was gone, but there was a beat-up piano standing against the wall. He pulled out his blacklight and shone it on the piano, slowly moving it across to look for signs of ghostly ectoplasm. "Nothing," he muttered, and pulled out his phone to quickly tap out his observations on his Notes app.