Rebecca snorted and burst out laughing. Thomas sighed and rolled his eyes. “You promised you wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you. I’m laughing at you!”

Thomas crossed his arms. “Alright, I’m leaving.”

Rebecca grabbed his elbow. “No! No, don’t leave! I’m sorry.”

“It’s not a joke, Becca. They say this place is the entrance to the Underworld. The realm of the dead.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s ridiculous. Second of all, even if it’s true, it’s not the Underworld like Hades or Hell. It’s Annwn, a land of eternal youth and fun and all sorts of pleasures.” She started to kiss him again.

Thomas grabbed her shoulders and held her at arm’s length. “Really? You’re not making that up?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “You have a horrible knowledge of Celtic Mythology, Tom. Anyway, it’s all just stories. Stop being so superstitious and enjoy the moment.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He pulled her into another kiss. As they leaned against the wall, Thomas’ hand fell upon a certain stone.

It moved.