"I think the hotel is letting me use it. Sometimes they give us things that are actually useful." The percentage of useful versus frustrating is not high but at least this time he managed to get lucky.

"Let me see if I can get them to say something about the noises in the walls." He brings the flute to his lips and plays a few notes. Short pieces of a phrase to create the overall question. Inquiry is a weird language.

He lowers the flute and watches it as he waits for the response. In a few seconds the spirit answers and plays a couple notes, followed by a couple more. His eyes widen and he looks up at the other him.

"Apparently it's not them and they don't like it either." He could understand it clear as day.