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Abegail crouched in the greenery and waited for an answer. The first one to answer was Gunter but it was garbled, heavy accented and weak. She turned to look at him, concerned about the boy. The sight that met her eyes made Abegail gasp and forget about needing clothes.

Gunter was pale, a slight sheen of sweat and green tinge to his skin. Abegail was able to make out the end of what he said. “I am not feeling vell."

Moving closer to him she reached out and gently held him up. In her softest, most comforting tone she whispered to him. “It's alright now...ye'll be alright.” She gently brushed the hair from his forehead, feeling the clammy skin under her fingertips. He had been through a lot and Abegail was worried now about keeping such a young boy with them on such a dangerous task.

Walter looked back at them, pointing to a house. He started walking again and Abegail did her best to help Gunter move slowly towards where Walter had pointed. The pair followed the professor but Abegail did while only half paying attention, her focus was on Gunter and making sure the boy made it to some place where he could sit down. She understood that Walter was eager to get moving but she felt they needed to ensure that this boy, now in their care was looked after.

They stayed in the shadows as Walter requested. Abegail kept talking to Gunter as they walked. “We'll get ye some clean clothes and some water.”

She began humming softly to him as they walked, not sure what else to say. It was a song her mother used to sing to her when Abegail was young. It was all she could think to do.

Walter stopped at a house and knocked on the door. The figure that appeared made Abegail pause. She pushed Gunter slightly behind her, wishing to keep the boy from sight and possible harm as the tall man welcomed them into his home.

Abegail was used to friendly neighbours but something about this felt off to her. He seemed alright, white beard and black hair but he did not question their appearance, how they had ended up walking to his home, the lack of baggage or even asked if their travels went well. He did not enquire as to why Walter had brought people with them or why one of them was a young boy.

They were escorted in, seated in a livingroom and concerned looks passed between Walter and Abegail. She sat Gunter near her, still concerned for his well being.

Time passed and Abegail managed to most basic of conversation, cordial and concise but the whole thing still felt very off to her. Anders, as he was introduced offered his car to the group to head ot the library. She realized he was a friend and contact of Walter's but that he knew what they were planning to do stay poorly in her stomach.

“Before we go, may I have a glass of water for our young friend. He is not feeling very well.” Her accent was gone again, vanished behind her careful sentence. Abegail was standing now, waiting for Walter and Anders to make the next move.

“Water...car...museum and flag...” She repeated the thought over and over again but somehow it did little to comfort her.