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It had, quite honestly, been a rather long day. Abby had helped out in the pub in the morning, stepping out in the early afternoon to visit one of the healer's in town. By the time she'd gotten back- with some really good news- Thomas and Bridget had already left for their evening at the festival. She had known about that, of course, and thought it would be good for them to have some of their own time together; to be honest, a part of her still worried at times that she had intruded on something, or that she was taking one of them away from the other. Silly thoughts that they were quick to reassure her on, of course, but it didn't keep her from thinking them from time to time.

As it were, she had helped hold down the fort at the pub; they weren't as busy since most of the patrons were wandering the streets of the town to join in the festivities. The evening had been smooth, but as more of the guests began to return, Abby began to keep an eye out for her family. She didn't think anything of it until most were starting to settle in for the night and she realized that neither Thomas nor Bridget had returned. She knew that they were gone, but she hadn't realized that they would be gone so late. Bridget must be growing tired by now, she thought.

Finding her cloak, she wrapped it around her and let one of the barmaids know that she was heading out for a little bit. The streets were mostly clear, and Abby hugged her cloak closer around her as she made her way toward the marketplace where much of the activity from the festival was centered. There were still some people out and about, as it was the last night and there were quite a few who wished to make the fun last as long as humanly possible. She didn't think Bridget and Thomas would be there, as the people she saw there seemed more interested in the drinking and the parties than anything else- it wasn't the sort of environment that she thought either of them would enjoy.

She walked for nearly an hour before she returned to the pub, hoping that they would have made it back while she was out. Abby couldn't help but worry, and she crossed back to Bridget's room, then the room she shared with Thomas, finding them both empty. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach and her worry increased; if they weren't here, and they weren't in town, where could they be?

Making her way back out into the pub, she began to look for somebody who might know where they would be. Perhaps one of the employees would have heard something from them- she didn't know.