Abigail was a woods girl. Beyond hunting with her father, life in Minnesota often revolved around the outdoors: summer camp, weekends at the lake, cook outs at one family or another's cabin, field trips, hikes, riding ATVs even snow shoeing in the winter. She could visit and enjoy cities, but at the end of the day she wanted to come home and smell pine trees, hear birds and see the stars over her head. Even when she'd been hospitalized more nights than not, Abigail had climbed the fence and gone walking - almost always winding up in a park in the pitch black middle of the night laying on her back and tracing constellations with her fingertip.
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't try pacing up here. It might feel good for about half a lap but then the broken bones from falling off the roof would seriously piss you off." Abigail cocked a half-smile when he said he didn't mind the smoke.
"Good. Because truth is I probably wasn't going to put it out anyway." As she spoke she stubbed out what was left of the one she'd been smoking and lit another. "It's a recent thing but I figure Hell gods, leviathans, zombies - lung cancer's low on my list of shit to worry about."