Every time that Rand and I stay in an old hotel, we have a similar exchange:
Me: This place is nice. Too bad it’s haunted.
Rand: Baby, this place isn’t haunted.
Me: You’d like for me to think that, wouldn’t you?
Rand: Yes. Yes, I would. I would very much like for you to believe that this place isn’t haunted, because it isn’t.
Me: Whose side are you on, anyway?
Rand: Um … logic’s?
Me: SO NOT MY SIDE, THEN.
Or something like that. The point is, I’m rather steadily convinced that every time we stay at an old, remodeled hotel, we’re going to be haunted right out of there, and Rand’s convinced we aren’t.