Between his outfit and his umbrella, Ekkehardt is bright as a beacon on this grey, dreary day, and Avery makes a beeline for him, holding tight to his umbrella and practically walking on tiptoe in his loafers to keep the hem of his slacks from getting wet.

"Yeesh," he comments as he gets a good look at the mansion. "No wonder people think this place is haunted. I'll be surprised if we get out without the roof collapsing."