So there was at least one other; it was a twisted way to torment them, but at least it wasn't deadly. Not yet.
"No, it is not doors," Ichabod replied; that must have been what the lady was now afraid of, and what an inconvenient fear it was. "Nothing here seems to last more than one week, and for that I am grateful. I hope this will not get worse, just as other... events have."
With luck, that was; as he had said, there was no predicting what their captors would do next, or to what extent.
"Is that why you are here?" he asked as he motioned toward the library. "To research, or might this simply be a happy coincidence?"
He sincerely doubted that they would leave information for them, but there was always the chance that they would tease with hints or ideas.