Abigail chuckled when he did. "My own personal lackey and a boyfriend all in one? I'm the luckiest girl in the world. In all the worlds." She reached over and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't ask you to do anything you didn't want to do."
"We might need to let John decide what to see. It's my first time in Brooklyn too. Or 1919." Abigail admitted. She tried to forget about her travels with her father, looking for victims. And her life had been very limited at the hospital and in hiding with Hannibal. What she knew came from the island and the doors.