Abby felt like she was on her fifteenth barely touched cup of coffee. The three of them had been awkwardly sitting there, pretending to drink, and getting up to refill cold cups for nearly two hours.

Every time the stairs would creak, they would look up in expectation but she still hadn't come down.

Abby let out a sigh, placing her cup firmly down on the table.

"I'm going to check on her."

"Abby, this is a lot to take in she needs her space." Erin quickly replied, standing up just after Abby.

"Exactly, so we need to be there for her, like we seemingly haven't been for the past five years."

Erin winced slightly at Abby's words, but didn't stop her as she headed away up to the roof.

Erin turned to Patty who was sitting pretending to read.

"You agree with me right?" Erin dejectedly sighed, as she flopped down into the chair.

"I don't think there is a right or a wrong way." Patty sighed, closing her book, and standing up.

"We all need to be there for everyone." Patty stood up, grabbing her book.

"I'm going to grab lunch with Kevin."

Erin sighed, leaning back in her chair, she closed her eyes briefly, trying to clear her head.

Everything was swimming, there was no calm for her to relax into. Erin slammed her hands down on the table.

She wanted to cry and scream, and rip her hair out. She was normally calm and collected but right now it felt like her insides were ripping themselves apart. It was an intense, all consuming grief.

In some ways her best friend had died, but at the same time she felt intense guilt that she missed the person who had taken over Jillian Holtzmann for five years.

Erin got up and headed over to the white boards covered with equations. Taking a deep breath, Erin pulled her hair up into a pony tail and began working, letting all her thoughts and feelings sink to the back, and the logic rise to the front.

Upstairs Abby arrived on the roof cautiously as to not startle Jillian.

She was standing looking out over the view, her blonde hair blowing in the wind. Her arms wrapped around her small frame, trying to conserve as much warmth as possible.

"Look at that view." Abby quietly smiled.

Jillian turned to look at her, then did a double take, her face crunching up, she backed away slightly. Her hand gently touching her throat.

"You've said that to me before." she gasped. "You tried to kill me, her. You dropped me out a window."

"Jillian," Abby said gently, coming closer, but Jillian took yet another step back, her body now pressed up against the parapet.

Jillian's hands shot to her head, shaking her head slightly.

"When I hurt you, her, it, I was also possessed." Abby said, taking a step back.

"Rowan." Jillian quietly replied, her face steadying, her hands dropping to her side.

"Yes." Abby smiled.

Jillian looked down at her calloused hands.

"I'm sorry, I've been gone so long, I just had so much churning in my head." she sighed, rubbing at a prominent scar on her hand.

"It's okay, I just wanted to check on you. Take as long as you need, none of this is going to be easy to come to terms with."

Jillian nodded.

"Do you all want me to stay?"

"Of course," Abby immediately replied without a hesitation.

Jillian smiled.

"I think you all feel guilty at the moment, but after that fades, I don't know what will happen."

Abby went out to rest her hand on her shoulder, but Jillian flinched away.

"I think I just need to clear up in my head who I am first, before I complicate everything with relationships. Especially with people who knew that thing in me."

Abby gulped slightly.

"Of course," she stuttered.

"I'll, We'll help you in any way we can."

"Where did she stay?" Jillian smiled her thanks.

"Here, in a room on the third floor."

Jillian shuddered slightly.

"Go stay in a hotel room for a few days, do you have any family to contact?"

"I will." Jillian smiled back. "Thank you Abby."

Abby decided to not push on the fact that Jillian had not acknowledged the question about family.

"Will you stay with us for lunch? We can help you organise where to go."

"That would be nice, thank you."

Abby smiled and turned to head away.

"Abby,"

"Yeah?"

"I just want to say I'm sorry."

Abby looked at her confused. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

"You all lost a friend, I know not in the normal way, but..."

"Jillian, don't apologise. This is in no way your fault, don't ever feel guilty."

Jillian cast her eyes down, Abby could see tears rising. Abby gave her a gentle touch on the shoulder.

"I'll be downstairs, just come down when you are ready."

Jillian turned back to the view with a sigh.

Abby closed the roof door and leaned against it for a minute, trying to calm her breathing, and not cry.

Abby didn't want to go downstairs and tell them that she was leaving. She understood completely why she wanted to go, she even felt it might be a good thing, but at the same time she didn't want to lose her.

With a deep breath Abby headed down the stairs to face yet another hard conversation.