They checked in. Dropped their things in their room (Apparently Charlie was cheap, as they were forced to share. Ava wasn’t surprised). And thy went to the hotel’s dingy excuse for a cafe. Well, as dingy as anything Italian could be. Ava had to admit the ravioli dish she ate was delicious; it was stuffed with lamb. Abe had his computer out and was googling the coordinates.

“Castello della Rotta,” he said. “One of the most haunted sites in Italy. Sounds about right,” he added with a sigh and a shudder. “Why are they always haunted?”

“You know they’re not, Abe,” she said. “It’s just the effect of the timepieces.”

“That doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable.”

"It should!” She smiled and took another bite.

“Castello della Rotta?” The server brought an espresso to Cece, who had insisted on eating only a salad. “It certainly is haunted!” he went on. “My cousin’s neice saw a headless monk there, wandering, trying to sing--but he could only cough!”

“That doesn’t sound particularly frightening,” Cece laughed. “A monk with a cold?”

“He was headless!” The man puffed up his chest and walked away. Cece barely noticed his icy glare.

Abe stared at his computer, perplexed. “This article says the ghost’s a knight.”