Snippet #1874935

Her face, hard as she turned, softened when she saw Walter. Surprise lit her eyes. "Yer a right arse but I'm happy ta see ye." Abegail hugged him back, tears threatening to drop from her eyes. She had so many fears about what had happened to him over the last year. To see him now in front of her, alive and in one piece was a welcome relief.

"Do ye have any idea how much..." Abegail stopped chastising him as Walter stepped away and his face hardened. She stood straight as Walter reached for his pistol. She had a great deal to ask him, about the last year, about the letters and about what he was doing now but she let those slip away. There would be time for that later or at least she hoped there would be.

Abegail gave Walter a slight nod of understanding, held her briefcase in her hand, reached to pick up her suitcase in the other hand and waited for his cue to move. She was still in the phone booth with little room to go far and Walter blocked her only exit. She'd have to rely on him to lead her.

She watched him, glancing in her perpheral for some idea of who it was that she should be concerned about. She couldn't see anyone in particular and she wasn't willing to look behind her, he had asked her not to and she wouldn't jeopardize things but going against his wishes.

Abegail let the words stream through a slightly smiling mouth, keeping up the appearance of friends happy to see each other. "Who is there? Are we running?" She was hit by a bit of deja vu. Years ago, she and Walter running through a train station with Niclas on their heels. That time she had been trapped in a bathroom not a phone booth but the situations had the same feel, sparked the same urge to fight her way out.