"What did he say?" the man yelled through the glass.

Her hand was still on the reciever after she'd hung up. It seemed to vibrate with the conversation it had just administered. "It wasn't a he," she yelled back. The woman's voice still echoed in Ava's ear with very specific directions.

She turned and glanced at the bottles lined up on the windowsill, gleaming below the confused face of the man. They were, oddly, the only things in the room clear of dust. "She?" he yelled back. "How could it be a she? My father said--" But he stopped short when he saw she was staring at the bottles.

Maybe they were a special type of glass? Dust repellant or something? The woman on the phone had known Ava was here, known she was searching for something, so maybe she knew what she was talking about -- although it seemed a strange request. What use could an empty bottle be in finding a watch?

Nevertheless, she grabbed the nearest bottle and turned towards the back corner of the room, where she saw--as the woman had described--an attic door on the ceiling. "What are you doing?" the man yelled as she climbed onto a chair. She reached for the handle and pulled down the narrow set of stairs before she turned back to explain--but by then the man was suddenly gone.

Fine by her. She didn't want to deal with yet another stranger; she wanted to find her grandfather's watch. And supposedly it was up in what was sure to be a very tiny attic.