Maze

Herschel humbled himself and knelt down. he proceeded to ask Grace the question that had been plaguing him since he first saw her, sitting up against a tombstone, writing away in her notebook.
"Why do you sit here," he gestured to the graveyard around her. "All the time? I've never seen you anywhere else. Do you ever leave?"

She responded; piercing his crystalline blue eyes with her verdant ones.

"Frankly, the dead will be much nicer to me than any live person ever will. They just lay and listen. And that's all I need."