The episode’s pacing favors the domestic clock. Scenes open at the edge of routine — a kettle’s whistle, a prayer rug smoothed into place — and then tilt into unease. Sound design is economical but precise: a distant generator, the hesitant staccato of heels, a whispered phone call ending abruptly. Music is sparse, a low string that threads through key moments, swelling not to tell the viewer what to feel but to remind them that something is shifting beneath the floorboards.