"Good." Abigail reached down and held his hand again. "Because it's easy to smile when I'm around you." It was a big compliment; she often didn't feel like smiling, not with her past and the things the island threw at them.
"It's in Hannibal's office. There are bookshelves and sometimes I hide behind them." Abigail told him. "When I was new to the island, really new, I hid there one night until Hannibal found me."