[Beck does catch a glimpse. It's like something from a horror movie... But before he can get a better look, he's pulled away and into a room. What was going on?]

Who are you? What was that thing?

[Clearly confused, Beck frowns at the man before glancing around. It looked like some sort of old-fashioned sitting room, with a roll-top writing desk and a piano over to the side. A music room, possibly. But the house appeared too quiet. Empty.]