Snippet #1661525

Abegail turned to see Walter waiting for her. He was leaning against the building.

"I did get permission but I didn't give the man a choice. Told him it was a family emergency."

Abby's face soften, she was no longer angry at him.

"I know you did not mean anything by it. I just...I hate being treated with kid gloves. Indy and I...it was nothing. He is my friend. I have a great deal of respect for him. His interest in me, well that is his interest." Abegail shrugged slightly.

She looked at him as he talked of his worry and of the other aspects of his work. Abegail knew he worked with the occult. She didn't keep tabs, unsure how deep he delved into it but she knew he and Indy had things in common.

The fear began to creep up her spine again. She trembled slightly but did her best to hide it.

As he finished, she swallowed hard.
Abegail tried to laugh, "It's a good thing no one has ever considered me sane then."

Abegail did her best to keep the tremble out of her voice, "Walter, I need to do this. I need to know. I...I have no idea what I am up against or what will meet me when we do this but I need to do it. I am happy to have you as company."

She lifted her chin, then slumped her shoulders as her bravery was betraying her. Her voice soft and quiet, "I need a drink, will you join me? We can discuss more, someplace quieter. We have plans to make."

She walked slowly across the campus back towards her office. Her hands in front of her, she was doing the best to bolster herself. She could do this, she had to. This was important. Ghost stories would not scare her. She'd heard loads of them on her mother's knee.

Walter walked with her.

She opened her door and made a beeline to the desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out the bottle. She poured a glass for Walter and one for herself.

Abegail drank hers quickly, one gulp and poured herself another.

"Alright, I think you need to give me an idea of what I am in for. I will bring my research but there are obviously things I do not know." She sat on her desk, ignoring the papers. She gestured to the chair offering it to him.

She sat legs crossed, glass in her hand. She sipped as she waited for him to sit.