She spends some time thinking about her mother, the music she used to play after dinner. Recalling one of her favorites she flips through the remains of what sheet music is left.
She finds the most legible page she can and reaches down for the keys. Most are stuck and require some added pressure.
When the old piano key finally budges it clicks down and gets stuck again, letting out the echo of a single dirty note.
The sound seemed to alert something upstairs, she begins hearing a muffled commotion upstairs and can't quite make out the sounds. And then a rut calls out.
She heads upstairs to investigate.