We climbed over the fence via the crypt roof, one by one, and began walking around the cemetery's perimeter to our parked cars.
No one said anything because they were too cold and defeated to talk. What were we talking about? Our only thing in common was a book with our names scribbled on it. After a while, I was tired of talking about it, of imagining how we were linked in some way I couldn't fathom. I preferred silence to discussion about what had just occurred.
"How much of this do you actually believe?" Dean asked only after we had arrived at the cars. He wanted to talk now that he had access to heat and shelter.
"I believe it," Kate stated unequivocally.
Dean replied, "You believe in ghosts as well."
"Thank you," Kate replied, "those two things are not related."
Even thoug
