A/N: First of all: This will be continued. At the moment I have a nice storyline type thing written out...Somewhere... Thank you so much to everyone who gave me ideas and feedback: morph, MoonyTrudy, Cloudburst2000, andylawrenceishot07, ChozenRogue, and Elizabeth Crane.

Disclaimer: I still don't own it. I'm so pathetic I don't even own the music I was listening to when I wrote it....Or the computer I used to write it...

A/N2: Recommended music for this is either 'I Will Always Love You' by Whitney Houston, or 'Where Do We Go From Here?' by the Buffy cast. This one is from young Masbeth's Point of View. I don't think he's a dumb kid, I just think he doesn't say much, he did get what the notary was saying before Ichabod did, after all...Review and tell me if it sounds alright.

Where Do We Go From Here?

I wonder what the Constable saw that caused him to faint. Perhaps it was a rather large spider, I wonder if Miss Katrina knows of his fear of them. After he fell Miss Katrina and I were both shocked; why did he just fall? After we knew he had fainted Miss Katrina tried to bring him around by one of the standard methods; a few slaps to the face. When that did not work she sent me to fetch Van Ripper.

After we brought him back to the Van Tassel's, although I guess now it is really only Miss Katrina's, house, we managed to bring him up to his room. That was nearly three hours ago. I have taken up a post just outside of the door; I can hear everything in the room and I will be able to alert Miss Katrina if he wakes.

Once the Constable was tucked away, Miss Katrina went to her 'reading room' and tried to finish a story that she had 'set aside' some time ago. Her reading lasted nearly an hour before she became curious enough to check on Mr. Crane's condition. After she was satisfied that he had not walked out of the window, she disappeared back to her books. She has checked on him every quarter hour since.

She worries about him, it is not difficult to see, one only need look and the 'evidence' is there. Her fretting over him for the past few hours is the least of the signs. I might be considered young, but have been near enough loving couples, Mother and Father, and the Killians, to know true love and affection when it is present.

I believe I hear Mr. Crane stirring. After a brief moment of indecision as to what to do first, help Mr. Crane or alert Miss Katrina, I decide that Miss Katrina's worrying should be relieved before she would wear a hole in the floor. I almost run downstairs to tell Miss Katrina that he is awakening.

"Miss Katrina," I have reached the 'parlor' I suppose it is called. Miss Katrina spins around to face me as soon as I speak.

"Yes?" She says. "Is something the matter?"

"He is waking up, I think," immediately she starts towards the stairs. I follow her at a slower pace.

Once at his rooms she enters and pushes the door to where it is open a slight crack. I again take up my usual post just outside the door to wait.

"Are you alright?" Miss Katrina asks him. Her question brings a stop to his usual pacing.

"I am quite...Quite alright, Katrina," he says after a pause. "Thank you. And yourself?"

"I am fine, all things considered," there is a note to her voice that I have not heard before, sadness.

There is a deep silence. "Where will you go now?"

"Most likely back to New York," Mr. Crane does not seem happy about this thought. He sounds the way I feel at this statement. I had almost begun to look upon him as a father and now he is leaving.

"Then I wish you well," Miss Katrina seems to be on the brink of tears.

"Yes... Katrina I-"

"I know," she pauses, sniffles. "I know."

The silence is much longer this time. I begin to wonder if they will speak when Mr. Crane breaks the silence.

"Katrina, I would-"his voice breaks and he pauses before continuing in a stiff, formal manner that announces his discomfort. "I would be very well pleased if young Masbeth and yourself could be persuaded to accompany me on my journey back to the city."

Miss Katrina is quiet for a moment. "A simple 'would you like to come along?' would have sufficed, Ichabod." She is still near tears, but there is a slight smile in her voice.

"Ah," Mr. Crane seems slightly put out. "Would-"

"Ichabod," she says warmly. "I would venture that you already know my answer. All that is needed is young Masbeth's and I am quite certain that he would follow you anywhere."

"So," for a constable, I muse, it does take him a while to work through some things. "Your answer is 'yes'?"

"Of course," I peer around the slit of the door just in time to see her embrace him.

He stiffens slightly at this, surprised, but soon begins to return the embrace.

Now Miss Katrina's head is resting against his shoulder and his chin is atop her head, both are genuinely smiling.

Unloading all of our luggage from the carriage would most likely have taken less time if Van Ripper had wanted to help. I pick up the last of it and begin to walk around to the other side of the carriage.

Miss Katrina is looking around in awe and I cannot help but to do the same. The city is huge.

"You will soon get your bearings young Masbeth," Mr. Crane smiles as we finally begin to walk. "The Bronx is up," he says referring to a river that my mother often talked about. "The Battery is down," he refers to another river. "And home is this way."

Mr. Crane's arm is about Miss Katrina's waist, and she walks, probably smiling, leaning into him slightly. I follow a few paces behind, still awestruck by this place. Even though I am in a new and foreign area, this feels somehow right. It feels like I am home. Like we are home. Together. A family.