Abigail had slipped into unconsciousness after her seizure. She was aware of something touching her neck as she came to, and she thought it might have been Pop's hand again. He had tried so hard to save her. It was as if for a moment, she had his empathy. She could feel his sadness and despair mingling with her own. Then there was something else on her neck. It wasn't a hand, not Pop. The blood wasn't gushing out of her wound anymore. Papa..Hannibal..whoever he was to her, he had told her that blood came out at a gallop and then a stumble. Was she running out of blood? Was this death?
She forced her eyes open, wanting to see her Pop one last time, to somehow let him know what he meant to her. Instead she saw Katherine. It couldn't be real. Still, she managed to make eye contact with the 'hallucination' and focus on that, instead of the pain and loss.