"It's been home for most of my life," Bill said as he walked to the wine rack, and poured her some from an already open bottle. "We bought th'island itself just recently, after th'city was leveled by an earthquake back in th'early 1900s, though, it's not quite th'same. Not even th'ghosts of home shiver here, now, just us." He held out the glass with a small nod. "Let's get up to my study, I'll start makin' th'talisman for you." He slipped past her, over to the stairs, leading the way past his ward's door to the study at the far end of the hall. The lamps and candles were already lit, while he walked past the rows of shelves to the back of the room, where he immediately went to the roll-top desk. "I'm thinking that you'd be best suited with a ring."