Snippet #1667412

Abegail breathed in the dry air of the small house. No one had obviously been here for a while. That suited Abegail just fine. Walter exclaimed excitedly. Abegail turned to see the source of his excitement. There they sat, a few rough dry pieces of papyrus on the table. Abegail was excited, exhausted and excited. Walter set off to find the generator and get the fire going.

Abegail dropped her suitcase and briefcase. She pulled the unopened and miraculously undamaged bottle of scotch out of her briefcase. As Walter got the generator going and lit the fire she poured them two healthy glasses. They deserved it after what they had gone through.

Walter grab the papers and sat in the chair. Abegail sat on the couch, not caring she kicked off her shoes and put her feet up. Before fully relaxing she took her bun out os her hair. Shaking her wavy red hair out she relaxed back against the arm of the couch. It was quiet and peaceful and almost like a vacation. Well, minus the gunshots, and attempted kidnapping. Abegail could almost laugh at what they had gone through today. Almost.

Holding her glass she sipped her drink as she listened to Walter translate the papers. She was happy for once to have someone else do the work and she contentedly listened.