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Abegail opened the door to her small apartment. She shared the house with other people. A large house it was divided into small apartments. The Marshall rented the apartments out to the single female staff. Routinely patrolled by campus security to make the women feel safe. In all honesty, Abegail spent so little time here that she wouldn't be able to tell you what colour the walls were.

She entered the room, kicked the door closed and locked it. Moving to the couch she dropped her briefcase and set down the stack of books. The room was musty. A layer of dust settled on all of her books. She moved around the room and quickly threw open a window. Abby picked up a long dead plant and tossed it in the garbage. As she began to pull the dirty clothes out of her backpack she thought over what she was getting herself into. "Come one Abby, do not go scaring yourself." She spoke this outloud hoping the sound of her own voice would calm her some.

Abegail moved to the kitchen and quickly hand washed some of her clothes in the sink. Wringing them out she place the articles on the counters to dry. Opening her oven a bit she turned it on low. The extra heat would get them to dry quicker and she could get her packing done faster that way.

That was when she heard the noise. Abegail nearly jumped out of her skin. Rushing into the main room she saw the pile of books had fallen off of the couch. "Good grief Abegail, you are going to make yourself faint. Get a grip!" Abby scolded herself as she set about picking up the books. Stacking them again she looked at her briefcase. That was when she knew the books hadn't just fallen. The entire contents of her briefcase were dumped on the couch. The full unopened bottle of scotch sat there along with some of her notes but she knew immediately that something was missing. Rifling through the papers she found that one of her notebooks was missing. She knew it had the notes from the lecture in which she discussed the various other stories of the grail, it's other forms. Abegail's stomach turned. She knew that is contained stories of the various organizations that sought the grail. That is why the grail has so many forms and locations. There are so many looking.

Abegail's face paled. She looked at the door. It was still locked. The window! Abby jumped up quickly and looked out. Anyone who had been there was long gone and there was no sign of them. She slammed the window closed.

Abegail started to pack her bag, her hands shaking as she did so. Her briefcase was repacked and she included a few fresh notebooks and all the books she felt would be the most relevant to where they were going. She didn't have any on Lucifer or meteors but she had plenty on the grail. Her suitcase included the full bottle of scotch. She briefly considered opening but packed it feeling that on the journey she was more likely to need it.

Her clothes mostly dry, Abegail packed them in the suitcase. Abegail placed the suitcase and the briefcase by the door. She sat on the couch and waited for Walter to knock on the door. Abby tried desperately to stop her hands from shaking. She hoped Walter wouldn't notice how pale she was. How was she supposed to explain that someone had slipped in and taken her book and she never even caught a glimpse.

What had she gotten herself into?