That dragged a shaky, half-incredulous laugh from Rosario. "Fuck," she shook her head. "Would you believe I completely forgot what day it was?"
Halloween. It was Halloween and the dead were rising up, and gods were real, and Lyra had saint's blood and Rosario's dad was some kind of immortal frat boy, and now they were having lunch in a cemetery and it was almost definitely the most normal thing to happen all day.
Green-Wood Cemetery was true to its name, a verdant parkland of rolling grassy hills and evergreen trees. They followed the wrought-iron fence along 24th Street to the gate, Rosario tugging at Lyra's arm to veer off the path onto the grass ahead of the towering gothic arches of the main entrance. A day ago, she would've confidently – stridently – asserted that ghosts weren't real. Right now, well, let's just say she was happy to keep the arches and the brownstone gatehouse between her and the graves.
She sat, rather heavily, at the foot of a tree. It was probably for the best that she failed to notice that it was an oak. "So," she began, and just as quickly realised she had no idea where she was going with that, and instead finished with, "holy fuck."