A little something silly that occurred to me after watching the episode "Heartless."
Sleepy Hollow © 2013 Alex Kurtzman and Roberto Orci
When Abigail Mills first heard of the robbery on Main Street, she was glad. It was just so normal that it was a breath of fresh air. Crane didn't quite understand her enthusiasm, but she could forgive him for that. A year ago…well, she'd still be excited. Sleepy Hollow used to really live up to its name.
Boy, had that changed.
Once they got there and had a chance to view the security feeds, however, her opinion had quickly changed.
"Why would the headless horseman steal a TV?" Abbie wondered out loud for perhaps the fifth time, scanning the shelves for anything relatively or even remotely supernatural in the little electronics store.
"Why indeed?" Crane echoed, examining a VCR flashing 12:00. "I would think he would share an opinion similar to mine on the device."
"And what's that?" Abbie asked, curious to his opinion now that he was more familiar with modern technology.
"That it is an utterly vexing device that spews out a never-ending dredge of sewage."
"I don't know, that one show on Monday night is pretty good."
Crane paused for a moment. "I do admit, the male lead in that one is fairly dashing," he conceded. "But it still fails to answer your original question, left-tenant."
Abbie had forgotten. "Which is?"
"What does the horseman want with a…." he gestured at the strewn devices. "A television?"
Abraham was beginning to regret this.
He had been overjoyed when Katrina came back, yes, and was willing to show her the lengths he would go to earn her love…but her request had been utterly bizarre. What on earth was a television, anyway?
So she had explained, he had gone to fetch it….
And now they were sitting on a long bench in one of the rooms, watching the small device (after she had sent him back out for some bizarre trinkets called batteries) as Katrina explained what was happening on the tiny stage.
"Now you see, she really loves him and he really loves this other girl," Katrina was exuberantly explaining, pointing and occasionally tapping his arm, thoroughly caught up in the…drivel.
"I…don't quite follow," he admitted finally.
"Oh don't worry—Ichabod couldn't understand it either," Katrina tossed.
That steeled his resolve; if Crane couldn't conquer this, then he certainly would. "Perhaps you should explain it to me again."
So Katrina did so, leaning towards the television a bit as she described why so-and-so didn't like so-and-so….
And as immersed as they were, they both missed Henry walk by the doorway, freeze, and then hurry by as fast as he could when he heard what they were talking about.
After all, there were some things even he wouldn't soil his hands with.
