After he'd gotten bored looking in the enormous mirrors, Samuel had gone to admire the piano. He'd almost opened the panel that led to the keys, but a voice stopped him in his tracks. It sounded familiar, but not at the same time - almost like a case of deja vu. It was a very strange sense and it put him on his guard.
Turning he saw a friendly-looking man and immediately removed a hand from the piano. "Yes...yes I'm fine. I'll go if I'm not supposed to be here," he rambled.