Bruce sighed, smoothing his temples and staring helplessly at the phone. Alfred played piano softly in the study. He was concerned for his health, claiming to see ghosts. It wasn't too uncommon for people his age, but he still had quite a few years to go.
"Tea, Sir?" Alfred offered, and Bruce nodded with no other words to say to him. Should he call a physiatrist? The asylum? Ghostbusters?
Wait... backtrack. Alfred was playing piano, and he was serving tea. It wasn't uncommon for the butler to multitask, but usually he had to stop one thing to start another. Alfred was in the room, pouring the tea, and music still flowed through the walls.