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Abegail climbed into the cab. She was doing the best to assure herself that she was in fact ready.

The shots rang out and Abby ducked. Pressing herself low into the floor of the cab, caring little for anything but getting as low to the ground as she could. The spray of glass around her was astonishing. Abegail could hardly believe it was glass. She felt it, and luckily none of it injured her as it rained down around her.

She shook, and she lay against the floor, "All the saint's in heaven..." She muttered into her arm.

The next thought that flashed in her head was Walter. "Oh, saint's alive...Walter..." Had he been hit? Was he okay? Abegail raised her head. She slowly rolled over to find Walter crouched low behind her. In other circumstances their postition in the car would be considered scandolous. Abegail reached out to touch Walter's shoulder.

She practically whispered through her tears, "Oh Walter, please tell me, ye're not...are ye hurt? Walter?" She slid and put both hands on his shoulders. Abegail thought she should check to see if he was bleeding but what good what it do? She wouldn't know how to stop it.

"Oh Walter, please donna be hurt, please...." She looked at the body of the cab driver and swallowed the bile that was pushing up into her throat. She moved slightly, and rubbed her leg in some glass. She winced as the shards brushed her skin. She didn't care, she was terrified that Walter was hurt, worse dead and that the people who shot at them would be back.