Benjamin stopped and blinked. Did she actually...could...she actually hear him? This was wonderful news indeed! Beauty, which he could now safely call "April" after hearing Steven say it so many times, now held out her phone to him to speak to. Perhaps so she could turn up the volume? It was true that he'd witnessed technology grow through the years, but this was the newest he'd seen in a long time. There were no cords or anything. Perhaps they added recording devices? That must be what that was. He was finally able to speak to her. He cleared his throat and leaned in to what he assumed to be the mouthpiece and decided to be short but concise, "My name is Benjamin. I was murdered in this house in 1847, though I don't know who or what did it or why." With a small quiver in his voice he added, "I'm hoping that once I find out I can...go."