In a breath, an elderly Chinese woman passes the basement door on her way down the hall, wheeling her laundry in a cheap metal cart with a busted wheel.
The sounds slowly disappear as she rolls the cart down the hall.
...click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
...click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
This perfectly ordinary event leaves Erik feeling overwhelmed; it triggers a few ugly sobs
Erik's face is visible via the light of the lantern.
He is quietly terrified, mumbling the Hail Mary.
Is he recovering from a panic attack?