Abigail Beaumont, Human, 18, Claimed by William.
I’m lost.
Jeremy.
Nice to meet you, Jeremy. When did you get here?
I’m lost.
Nowhere in particular.
Oh, well I’m Abigail. Who are you?
I’m lost.
Uh, there should be a map for this place…
Yeah, that would be a help to new people. Where are you trying to go?
Um, you know that’s probably a good idea.
We’re probably just being dramatic. I know for a fact it could be worst. Will and Charlie could’ve taken to beating us within an inch of out lives every night but they don’t. Things aren’t that bad.
Alright, go on then. I’ll be here when you get back.
Probably, we have it pretty great. I just didn’t expect all these emotions to come with it.
I am stressed out. I am working as hard as I can and I feel like I am failing in someway.
Just let me hold you.
I wish you would tell me these things. Let me help you. I don’t think you are failing, if anything all your hard work has to be doing something.
Perfect,
Oh god, perfect. Let’s get drunk.
I’ve been taking care of Ev. Will’s always busy now, so no it’s not what you’re thinking.
Alright, but I can’t stay long. I’ve got something I need to do.
Oh the woe’s of power. I would say welcome to my world but my world is hell.
Do you want to do it and then come back?
I’m starting to think this might be hell. Or at least purgatory.
