Uh-oh. Alfred's hands still for a beat before they resume, and he swallows hard.

"Well - I did hear it outside - but I didn't know it was you, because Chagal told me it was the wind, and then...ah, yes, Sarah was singing it, the night she left for here? And then again here, while I was trying to find her, and...."

His voice peters out, sheepish.