Abby was not at all in a good place. Her search with Molly had come up empty and she had been on the lookout all of Saturday. She hadn't slept well at all the previous two nights, and had set out early Sunday morning, her restlessness finally getting the better of her. There still hadn't seemed to be any luck so far, though if the two were gone for this long, she knew that something had to be wrong. There was no reason for them to not have sent word.
The morning was still a bit misty, and Abby's thoughts were running wild. She was pulled from them by another lady's voice and she paused in her tracks, surprised. "I- help me?" she started, her hands idly toying with a couple of the folds in her skirt. She considered the woman for a moment- something about her seemed vaguely familiar but Abby didn't think they'd ever met before. "I- perhaps. Have you by any chance seen a gentleman and his daughter? She'd be about eleven."