Somewhere, a wind begins to rise. Tikki can hear it. In another moment, the 
rustling ascends into a cyclone’s howling. Things begin rattling and groaning
and banging as though the building is about to rise right off its foundations. 
Tikki glances swiftly around, then realizes Raman has vanished, is nowhere in 
sight. His smell is gone from the air as though he’d never been here.