Abigail's disappearance had not been easy on Katherine's mind. The girl reminded her of a younger version of herself. Her own confidence had almost been as crippled as that of her friend - only that Abigail had all the more reason. But she was gone now.
The buzz of her phone startled her. She pushed the cat off of her and fingered for the phone. Shock rushed through her when she saw the coordinates blink on the screen. It took a moment for her to comprehend what they meant and the next second she was off.
Wind ate into her pjs as she appeared in the middle of the street. She twirled on her heels until she saw Abigail sunken onto the pavement on the street. "Abigail," she exclaimed and rushed over. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the blood. Everything was red. She shrugged out of her t-shirt and pressed it towards her friend's throat. It wouldn't last. It wouldn't save her. She let go and teleported back to her father's place.
Everything happened in a haze. Pulling another t-shirt over her head, asking her father for his permission to take the sceptre and collecting her balm and potions. It did not take her longer than a few minutes. She dropped to her knees besides her friend. She poured a potion over her wound. The bleeding slowed. The sceptre was her last resort. Healing and teleporting with it were things she was not too confident about.