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When they stepped into the quiet, dark building, she had immediately broken away from the two and found a table to sit at. Abe had tried to stop her, but she told him she was just finding a place for them; so they wouldn't have to worry about it. Henry offered her a smile; but although he was happy for his son, there was a sorrow in him as well.

It had been an...interesting, ride to the Archives. Abe had called shotgun and left the backseat to Henry, to her amusement; and had been fidgeting with energy the whole time. He hadn't spoken, and Henry had been lost in his thoughts as well; but the atmosphere had been filled with words that none of them could say.

Now, she watched as they waited at the counter for the lady to return with any information or possessions. Abe was tense – both expectant and guarded. He wanted to know, but was afraid that there would be nothing new. Beside him, Henry stood still. He was happy, but he was also undecided as to whether or not he wanted there to be anything.

She tapped her fingers on the table in a simple rhythm, craning her neck to look around the still building. That places like this should exist, that there should be any memories of such a tragedy made her sick. Not that she thought it should have been forgotten, but that it should have happened at all. A smile smile appeared on her face as her thoughts turned to Henry and immortality again: there were so many deaths already uncounted from the camps, but how many were suffered by the same man?

As Henry and Abe sat down beside her, she shut those thoughts away, focusing on the small box Abe held in his hands. He opened the box slowly, pulling out the picture carefully – as if it would disappear.

"Well, I guess I know now where I get my good looks." Abe held the picture out to Jo and Henry, trying to lighten the situation a little.

She glanced at the picture before handing it to Henry, noticing that there weren't any children. She wondered if this had been before any were born, or if Abe had no siblings anywhere.

"That's...good – I'm glad, Abraham."

Abe accepted the picture again, and Jo reached out to take Henry's hand.

"You know, I'm glad they were in in the camp."

The Doctor tensed, shocked. "Abraham!"

"If they hadn't been in the camp, you wouldn't have found and adopted me." He stated, carefully putting the picture back in the box, looking over the few other belongings that were alongside it. His voice was quiet as he added, "I may have found my parents, but the one that mattered has always been there."

For a moment, Henry just stared at his son, as if uncertain he had heard correctly; and then Jo felt him relax. "Yes, that is understandable."

Abe grinned, teasing again to offer a way out of the emotions. "Well, I wouldn't go that far – hey, Jo, Are you busy? Now I can start finding out others in my family, and we know he won't help, so I was wondering if you want to help..."

She smiled, shaking her head at the easy banter the two had slipped back into. "Probably not today – but I'd love to hear what you find."

"Oh, of course – I can't imagine Henry getting terribly excited over this, so you get to listen."

Henry shook his head with a smile. "If it pleases you, then I'm sure I will have an interest in it."

Abe nodded his head, once again looking at the picture. "I still can't believe it, after all this time..."

Jo turned back to Abe. "What I can't believe is just how you found out. I'd tell you to thank him, but under the circumstances..."

"No, let's not pursue that. And Abraham?" He waited until his son looked up to continue. "I really am happy for you."

Abe smiled. "Yeah, I know, Henry."

AN: Je suis desolé et non. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. Gramercy, and God bless you! Hve fun with the newest episode!