The Brawn startles as I walk by. I look at him quizzically.
The Rose explains that he'd just been telling her he heard a ghost when I suddenly appeared, hence the jumpiness.
"I was standing in the hallway," he says breathlessly, "when I heard a creaking in the living room but when I looked, there was nobody there. It was a ghost."
Despite the supernatural being the only logical explanation, I start to explain about houses settling and how today was unusually windy and then I look at his big eyes and earnest eyebrows a little more closely and I say, "do you want me to explain what it really was? Or do you want to keep on thinking it was a ghost?"
He stares at me for a moment. Then, with a tiny smile, he says, "I want to keep on thinking it's a ghost."