We turned immediately to see who it was, only to find Danny, standing at the edge of the anomaly, looking exhausted, as he leaned on what was left of Becker's rescued gun to support himself.

"Danny," I sighed with relief, as Sarah got up and rushed to his side. "Danny," I heard her say to him, as she hooked her arm around his, leading him over to where I was now standing. " I thought…I thought you were dead," she told him, standing in front of him now, searching his face for a reaction.

"You didn't think you'd get rid of me all that easy, did you, Sarah?" he asked her jokingly, sporting as close to a grin as he could manage, as he kept his arm around her while they walked over to the table where the equipment stood.

"Close that for me, yeah?" he told her, nodding towards the anomaly. "Um, yeah," she answered, hovering over the table as she pressed the necessary buttons to close the anomaly.

"There," she said proudly to herself, setting the controller down. "Well done," Danny said, nodding at her approvingly.

"Where's Connor?" he asked me, looking surprised to find the two of us apart.

"With Becker," I said dryly, seeing Sarah give me a confused look out of the corner of my eye when she heard the sharp edge to my voice.

He blinked, one of those "Well, that's obvious, but that doesn't answer my question" looks plastered on his face. "And where's Becker?" he asked slowly.

"They went back to the ARC," Sarah explained, looking back at me to make sure it was alright, forcing me to give her a quick nod in return. She paused before continuing, running her hand through her hair nervously, though I couldn't see why. "They went back to tell Lester that Connor and Abby were back. We were just about to call them and tell them that you hadn't showed up yet, and that was when you walked in on us," she said, stopping every so often to check his reaction.

"Alright, then," he said cheerfully. "Thank you, Sarah," he added, noting that she was the main source of his information, seeing as I wasn't offering much help, since I was still annoyed that he had automatically assumed that I would be with Connor.

"Abby, could you call one of them? Just tell them to get back here," he told me, smiling slightly, as he glanced back and forth between me and Sarah.

"Sure," I said eagerly, turning and walking a few steps away from them into the corner.

I started to scroll through the contacts on my mobile, then stopped myself and went back to the one number I felt the most comfortable calling, and probably already knew by heart anyway: Connor's.

It rang a few times before he finally picked up, making my nonexistent-until-now nervousness build up inside me. And it wasn't that I didn't feel comfortable around Connor, because I did. He was my best friend, and one of the few people I could really be myself around. It was just that for the past while, it had just been…weird, how I always cared about what I said, like I was afraid to offend him. It had never occurred to me how much I cared about him, and it was surprising, since we had had the perfect example of a love-hate relationship before.

"Yeah?" he asked when he answered, making me snicker at how serious he sounded. "Connor--," I started, before being interrupted by his frantic voice, which instantly droned out mine.

"Abby? Wh—What is it? Has something happened? You're not in trouble, are you?" he rambled on, leaving me with no room to get a word in edge-wise.

"No, Connor. And I'm fine, thanks for asking," I managed to squeeze in, cutting him off, watching out of the corner of my eye as Sarah and Danny exchanged a knowing look.

"Oh," he said quietly, not at all trying to hide the relief in his voice. "Do you think that you and Becker could come back down here?" I asked him, hearing his steady breathing on the other end.

"Um…right now, he's kind of in the middle of talking to Lester. I'm pretty much just here as proof that we're back--"

"Connor!" I heard someone, most likely Lester, yell at him before I heard a muffled conversation, causing me to assume that Connor had covered the receiver with his palm to stop me from having to listen in on his being told off.

"I'm so, so sorry, Abby. I really, really have to go," he told me quickly, speaking in a hushed voice. "Just say we're on our way," he added.

"Kay, I will. Bye," I said quietly, before hanging up, wishing that the conversation could have been longer, but at the same time understanding why it had to be cut short.

"They're on their way," I lied, knowing very well that they would in fact take quite a while to get here.