"Your grave, really?" Amy asked, a concerned look flashing across her face. "You mean being in a grave, or what?" She opened the pub door and set her candle down before hopping up to sit on the bar.

She pulled the engagement ring out of her pocket and looked at it for a minute.

"I don't know. There was this man... I don't remember who he was." She closed her eyes and swallowed. "And then an angel. These... statues that come to life when you're not looking."