The cash register was exactly like the one Ellen had used at the candy shop. It could have been the same one. Seeing it used for decoration, as some trendy antique, was a bit unnerving. She hit the $20 button with a furtive prod, and had a little jolt as the cash drawer burst open with a ding, revealing the dusty husk of a long-dead spider.
Timothy awoke to the pleasant sound of a piano being played in a far-off room. He lay dozily for a few moments, letting the gentle notes wash over him, feeling the slow flow of consciousness seeping back into his limbs. Then it came to him, in a moment of singular clarity, that there was no one else in the house.