"What do you think it's doing?" Adrian asked, watching the closet apprehensively. They were seated four-abreast on the edge of the bed now, shoulder to shoulder, facing the closet. Not a peep had issued from behind the closed door, beyond the soft humming sound. They could see brief glows of light beneath the door now and then, reflected on the hardwood flooring, but no other indication that anything was going on within.
"No clue," Charlie admitted.
"It has the ring, and the ring fit,"