"Hullo," he said. "Are you moving?"
"Sort of." She shrugged. "Moving out, anyway."
"Where to?"
"I don't know."
He realized then that there should have been someone else there, in that room.
"Isn't your grandmother here any more?"
"She died four weeks ago."
"I'm sorry."
"She was a good soul. But she was terribly old. Do you know she was just ninety-seven?" She held his hand for a moment. "I'll tell you all about it when I come down. Do you remember where to find the bottles?"
"Templars and elephants never forget."