"It was the same for my Eliza," Faust said, continuing to gaze at the headstone. "At least, so I believe. At the time, I didn't know much about the supernatural. She could have easily been trying to contact me. But I would have had no idea of knowing."

"I was a man of science." The last word was bitter, sharp. He still believed in medical science, of course, but oh, how blind he'd been. Perhaps if he hadn't spent so long ignoring his heritage, things might have been different...