Tony & Abigail
Abigail had been one of the first people to return the bus. She'd sat down and closed her eyes, trying to enter into a state of denial. The people around were making it difficult. The hero types were pulling in the ones who were in various states of shock and grief. And one who'd apparently made it to denial. Too deeply.
Abigail's eyes snapped open, looking to see who was screaming. Tony. She should have known. Peter had mentioned being close to him. And now, Peter was gone. Jak too. She felt a few tears slipping down her cheek at the realisation and she wiped them away, trying to convince herself that just went home, or to another world where they could be happy and safe.
Watching Tony bang on the doors kept her from her daydream. She rose from her seat and walked over to him. She did feel sympathy for him. With her parents, and Marissa, she'd seen horrible things, but at least she knew they were dead. Tony would have a tougher time and he didn't seem like the type to want to linger in fantasy.
Abigail stood behind Tony and waited for a break in the yelling and pounding, so she could be heard. "I'm sorry. They're gone."