InsaneJournal

WHO: Abby, Caroline Forbes, and Edward Cullen
WHAT: Rescuing Abby from the evil sunlight.
WHEN: Immediately after this.
WHERE: Main Library → Caroline's house.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

When Abby had first woken up in the library, she had been completely out of sorts and terrified. The last thing she remembered was being inside her trunk, on a train, with Owen watching over her and keeping her safe. Then she was somewhere else with shelf after shelf of blank books, and two knights who seemed very determined to get her out. Which would have been fine, under any other circumstances, but the fact that the sun was still up - something she realized only after the doors had opened and the knights were half-carrying, half-dragging her outside - meant that she was as good as dead if she didn't figure something out.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time for her to come up with anything before the knights were tossing her on the ground and dropping some strange looking device beside her. At first, Abby hadn't paid a bit of attention to the device; she was far too busy scrambling away from the sunlight that was covering the stairs where she'd come perilously close to being thrown. However, a few scant seconds later, as she was clawing at the once again sealed library doors in an effort to get back inside, the device suddenly became of much more importance than it had first seemed.

It was a means of communicating, she realized distantly as she began conversing with a couple of disembodied voices. More than that, it was a way to get help. A dangerous risk, of course, because all she had was the word of complete strangers that they were actually going to help her and not drag her the rest of the way into the fading sunlight, but Abby didn't have much of a choice. Pressed fully against the doors of the library, knees tucked up to her chest, she was only just barely managing to avoid the sunlight that was seeping underneath the covering overhead. Another five, maybe ten, minutes at most and the sun would be low enough in the sky that it would reach her for sure. And then... well, Abby didn't want to think about what would happen next.

So she simply waited, clutching the PDA tightly in her small hands and hoping that whoever was coming got there before it was too late.