The coordinates weren't too far from where they stood, right there in the old man's study. "'Bout a day's walk north of here," the man confirmed. He looked, for the first time, perplexed. "Thought they mighta written more, though..." He flipped the parchment over, as if expecting there to be a hidden line of the odd language tucked into one of the folds.
Abe spoke up nervously. "A day's walk north? That'll be right near the old crashed plane." He glanced at Ava with a shudder. "That thing's haunted. We'll have to walk wide around it." Ava just glared at him. She wasn't sure she even believed the story this old man was spouting, but if he was right, she didn't plan on recruiting a sidekick.
The man slapped the parchment down. "Of course the plane's not haunted," he snapped. "Not in the sense you're thinking of, at least. And neither of you will be going around it." He caught Ava's eye, she knew, to try to make her nervous.
She returned his gaze without so much as a blink. "No?" she asked coolly.
He grinned. "Around it? Certainly not!" Abe's face lost several shades of color as he waited for his father to clarify: "You'll be going inside it."