They made their way out of the station in silence, both thinking on the implications of the death of their sole lead. They headed for Abbie's squad car, though what they could do now but go over the Sheriff's collection of cases, neither was yet sure. Never the less, they each opened their doors, Ichabod trying not to let his growing fascination at the car contraption show.

They sat there, neither buckling and thus committing to drive, yet neither suggesting another option. Ichabod glanced over at Abbie, and hoped she was internally handling the way her world had been altered better than he was his. The future. How preposterous and yet true enough to touch.

She finally broke the silence. "So," she pursed her lips thoughtfully. "You want to try one of those hundreds of Starbucks?"

He found himself nodding. "I wonder how coffee has changed since my last taste."

"Well it is a huge business in the 21st century," Abbie said, her main focus on starting the car and maneuvering it out onto the street.

"So the plethora of such shops would imply," he nodded, fiddling with his seat belt.

"But you can still get just plain old jo if that's what you want," she smiled slightly at that, seeming to drift briefly into a memory. Then she noticed what currently held his fascination. "Put that on and stop playing with it. I don't intend to crash, but better safe than sorry."

He complied, but asked, "What does it have to do with safety? And what is this about crashing?" He was just getting used to the strange contraption.

Abbie just sighed and muttered. "I need to find you some books to catch you up on everything. Just take it as it is for now, okay?"

"Alright," he responded, though he was just more curious. Before he could try and ask something else though, she had pulled them into the nearest Starbucks. So he sighed to himself, and was grateful he figured out at least how to use the door latch.

They entered to find only a few other customers, the man behind the counter putting on a smile. "How about I order for the both of us, okay?" Abbie said.

"…I suppose… shall I find a table?" Ichabod asked, gesturing to a lone one by the window.

"Perfect," she smiled at him genuinely, which shifted to polite as she turned to place their order.

Though he felt he was not being a proper gentleman by leaving her side, Ichabod knew that she would not appreciate such… old fashion thought patterns. So he went to sit in one of the two chairs, observing how the people around him interacted while focusing most of his attention on Abbie. She returned shortly with two odd capped cups.

"Stuck with just plain, normal coffee," she assured him. Pointing at a little counter nearer to the door. "There's cream and sugar and anything else you could want to add over there."

"Ah, thank you," he didn't move though, just placed his hands around the hot cup that almost seemed to be made of paper. Seeing as it was the future, he had to remind himself that was highly possible.

"Well, here is to the start of…something," Abbie said, lifting her cup in almost mock celebration.

"As long as that something is not the end of the world," Ichabod couldn't help but add, touching his cup to hers.

She took a careful sip, a small smile coming back. "I can get behind that."

He met her smile, and wondered at what that something that twined their fates together would turn out to be.