Eddie blinked, slowly shaking his head, but the words triggered something, a memory of something, really. Something he'd read. In that book.
Hondo's.
"Er, what's your name?" he asked softly, intently, his eyes widening. "Are you, er, Keiran? Or, um, Jackson, per chance?" His voice was all but stuttering as he said the names from that book. Written about this place. He was sure of it now, even without double checking.
Why had he come in here? There were hundreds of little places like this in Athens, and he hadn't been looking for it. This was just too bloody weird.