Celia leads you through an arched passageway and into a dark sitting room. She pauses for a moment and turns away from you. A few seconds later, the grey shadows of the room flee as a large lamp begins to flood the room with its warm glow. Celia sits down and motions for you to join her on the ornate sofa positioned against the opposite wall. You walk over and sit, the tips of your fingers brushing against the velvety green upholstery as you shift your weight to look around the room.

Now that you’re seated, you notice the sofa is the only piece of furniture in the room, aside from the lamp in the corner and a deep walnut armoire near the entryway. You notice Celia watching you. You turn to her and open your mouth but find you aren’t quite sure how to proceed. Finally, you manage to say . . .