With word of Robin's disappearance, Abby had taken to pacing the room. She did not do well with idleness. And there was blood! Who knew what was going on. If she had her babies, maybe she could have helped, but as it was, she could do nothing but sit and twiddle her thumbs.
She'd finally taken a seat, cross-legged, on the bed, her foot twitching as she flicked through the channels. Typical. Two hundred chanels and nothing on. Still, eyes followed Guy as he re-entered the room, studying his blades with interest before gaze slid to him as he stepped towards her.
Frowning slightly, the remote slipped from her grasp, hand stretching out to take his. "What is it?" She questioned. It had to be something big.