Re: The trip there
Few things ever got under Abbie's skin. Purgatory had, but that was Purgatory, and that was part of the deal. She'd faced demons down in a dream world and in her waking hours, she'd helped to stop a plague before it spread through all of Sleepy Hollow and she'd fought her way out of a haunted house. No matter how much any of it phased her, she rarely let it show. Instead, she looked evil right in the eye and told it: not today.
This wasn't that much different, but Abbie couldn't calm the nerves in her stomach. She wasn't a diplomat or a motivational speaker. Abbie was a soldier. Her other half - stuck back on Earth, so far away - was the one who had a way with words. He was smooth and cultured, so damn polite and respectful that she couldn't help rolling her eyes now and then. Next to him, Abbie felt -- well, she sure as hell wasn't eloquent, no matter what Crane said. Abbie spoke from her heart, and she didn't always get it right. But maybe, she tried to remind herself, that was okay. She was human: imperfect and flawed in so many ways, but hopeful and determined. She never gave up, no matter what the world threw her way. She never stopped trying. She never would. As long as there were still people in the world, she would be there to stand in the way of anyone or anything that would destroy it.
But when she looked out the window and saw how small their world looked from above, that finally got under her skin.