No ghosts but one ex-handyman who knew what day it was. Ruprecht tended to be extra specially stroppy on days like these and Charlie didn't like the idea of Cindy meeting him on her way home. So he had dressed quietly and kissed sleeping Deacon, checked on Nia and was curled up in a chair in the lobby with a candle jar or his own.
Hearing Cindy's soft call he lifted his head from the arm of the chair and smiled. "Alithos anesthi," he called back, his voice a soft breath of sound that hushed through the high ceilinged space like the prayer it was.