He steeped back, pressing against the cold stone wall. “I’m-“ he hesitated. “I’m an explorer. I look into ancient buildings and crypts and such. You happened to be here when I got here and touched that handprint on the wall.”
He turned slowly, unsure what had happened. He pulled his hat off, looking her up and down. That was the statue, was it not? “H-Hi. Where did you- never mind. What’s your name?”
He wandered over, pressing his hand into the mold. It fit his hand well. Felt too well to feel right, but he shook it off and stood, waiting for something to happen