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Abigail took in her surroundings as the fog cleared. She walked down the street and found a quiet spot to stand, with her back against the wall of a closed town shop. The parade was setting off alarm bells in her mind. Fog was at least a part of nature. These people were celebrating lobsters in the way her father would have celebrated deer, if he could have gotten a town to go along with it. The girl surrounded by pigs looked like a potential tragedy to her. People should know better than to be so close to animals when they're eating. At any moment, that girl would lose at least a toe.
Abigail decided that the people cheering the whole thing on were potentially unstable. She kept her back to the wall, observing as many people as she could, looking for any sign of danger. And any sign that Hannibal was somehow behind all of it. She'd been brought here from a horror scene in his home, with no reasonable explanation, and he was still god-like in her mind, even more powerful than the F.B.I.
A teen close to Abigail's age caught her attention. She wasn't cheering either. With her eyes darting around, she seemed lost or confused - or trying to gather information about the people around her too.
Abigail let her ponytail down, using her hair to cover her missing ear as best she could, and wished she could hide the blood on her clothes. There wasn't time; she didn't want to miss her chance to meet someone in the same situation. She approached the girl slowly, not wanting to frighten her. "Hi."