Shuffling

The Gorse Fox was awake. There was shuffling noise by the door. He listened, and it died away. Then again he heard it, and it died away....

He got up and dressed and went down to breakfast. As he walked into the restaurant he was overcome by the aroma of lavender and formaldehyde. It was clear that the shuffling was from the hordes of pre-mortem visitors from the north that the hotel was hosting as they made their way down the corridors to towards the smell of tea and toast.