“What is that infernal racket?”

He glanced around the room, but the machinery seemed to running smoothly, if a little erratically. “It can’t be a hangover, I haven’t touched a drop in months. But that ratta-tap-tap won’t seem to stop and I am sensing the impending onslaught of a massive headache!”

He scanned the room once more and his eyes lit upon a piece of paper that seemed to be slowly settling in into his favourite chair; it definitely hadn’t been there a moment ago. He stepped over and picked it up. “Ah, I see now. Indeed I do see.”