Snippet #1856705

Abegail woke the next morning, uncharacteristically in her own bed. It was her habit, most of her adult life to fall asleep at her desk while reading and doing research. The passion to push into her next paper was just not there. Sighing, Abegail pushed herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She cleaned up and dressed, pulling her hair off of her face but leaving it down, not having the patience to pin it up this morning. Taming the auburn locks took more effort than it was often worth it and her somewhat foul mood this morning meant she was not interested in fighting with it.

She moved to her small kitchen and after a quick breakfast of toast and a glass of juice, Abegail donned her coat and grabbed her briefcase. The walk was short but the brisk fall air warranted a quick pace. Abegail crossed the campus and headed to her office. She still had two hours before her first lecture. Opening the door to her office, she dropped her briefcase on her chair and tossed her coat on the back of the door. Abegail quickly headed off to find coffee, passing Walter's office. The door was closed and there were no lights on. She sighed heavily and moved past.

Fifteen minutes later, Abegail sat at her desk. A hot mug of coffee beside her and her lecture notes in front of her. A few more corrections were made before she turned her attention to her coffee. Picking it up, she took a big drink and shifted in her chair to lean back.

"Walter, where the hell are ye?" Her thoughts wandered to her colleague and friend. She hoped that he and Niclas hadn't killed each other. Well that wasn't accurate. Part of her did not care if Walter killed the other man, he was not her favourite person in the world. A knot of guilt crept in, Abegail did not want people to die but her quick temper often brought out the worst in her before she could logically think things through.

The day found her in and out of lectures all day. Mug in tow, refilled before every new class entered, Abegail lectured on European history and grail mythology. Her newest class was on the myths and legends of Ireland, her home. This had come about after her last adventure with Walter and the talk kept the most recent wounds fresh and raw. As the lecture today was on the cairns, burial mounds of Ireland she couldn't help but remember running in them and fighting for the life of herself and her friends.

Finally, dinner time approached and Abegail would have a break before her one evening class. She sat heavily at her desk and pushing notes aside, pulled a bruised apple out of her desk. It would have to do for dinner tonight. She ate it while flipping through the newpaper. She loved history but with the war ending and Hilter dying Abegail was trying to keep up on the fall out. Things were happening that affected the whole world and it would do her no good to ignore the outside world.