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Abegail climbed in and stared out the window the entire trip, hoping for some sign of Walter. Indy and Abegail took Bridget's body to the hospital. There the plice became involved and Abegail was admitted. For four days, she remained in the hospital being treated for exhaustion and dehydration. Indy was questioned by police and finally on the fourth day the two scholars returned to Abegail and Bridget's hometown.

The previous day, Bridget's body had been sent back there to her parents. The next day would be the funeral for the young woman. That evening Abegail, still not looking quite herself and Indy sat in the cleaned up and repaired home of Abegail's parents. The mood was quiet and somber as the two sat in the sitting room, sipping tea. Neither could bring themselves to speak aloud their fear for Walter.

The next morning, the clouds refused to fully part and allow the struggling sun to break through as if they knew no one in the little town wanted to bask in it's warmth. Abegail's parents and most of the town gathered in the small community cementary. A simple casket sat next to the open grave, flowers adorning it's cover. To the back and on the right hand side, where they could clearly see the coffin and simple gravestone, Abegail and Indy stood. Indy was holding Abegail's hand as the two watched the mourners speak about the vibrant, stubborn woman.

Tears dropped from Abegail's eyes. Bridget was gone, shot by a man Abby hated. A man who on more than one occassion almost ended her life. She barely knew the girl but for the short time she had, she liked her. Abegail's tears were also for Walter. They had a shaky start that first meeting at Marshall. It seemed so long ago now. Walter and Abegail had been through quite a bit togehter and now he was gone. Not a trace or word from him in days. Abegail mourned both her friends.

By the grave, they were slowly lowering the coffin into the ground. There were women openly weeping. Abegail shivered and Indy wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "It will be all right Abby." He did his best to sound comforting. Abegail nodded. The pair waited until most of the others had bid farewell to the woman and left the cementary. They made their way to stand at the edge of the grave. Abegail looked down at the coffin.

"Oh Bridget, I'm so sorry. It should have been me he shot. He had no business..." Abegail's words choked in her throat.