A few days after Maggie is released, the sound of the warning claxon echoes off of the walls of the BPRD as the red strobes cast a garish light. A short time later Hellboy, Liz and Abe are assembled in one of the meeting rooms. After a quick briefing, Liz takes a sleeping Trevor up to Maggie's house. After putting the baby in the crib in the recently furnished nursery, Liz wakes Maggie.
"I'm sorry, Maggie," Liz whispers. "There's been a problem with what looks to be kelpies down in Connecticut. Trev's in the nursery and I've put some bottles of milk in the fridge. I just fed him, so he should stay asleep for a few more hours."
"Ok," Maggie groggily replies. "What's a kelpie?"
"It's a water creature that pretends that it's a horse," Liz answers. "It trots around on the shore of a lake or river until someone climbs onto its back, takes off into the water, drowns the rider and then eats him."
"Abe?" Maggie asks worriedly.
"Is coming with us," Liz responds.
"But Lewis…," Maggie starts, pushing herself up.
"Way ahead of you," Liz states, pushing Maggie back down. "That's why I'm going. And yes, I know I can't kill her with my powers, but I can keep her busy until Red can get a handle on her. Now go back to sleep. Hopefully, we'll be back before you know it."
Maggie lies there and watches Liz leave sure that she's not going to get another wink of sleep.
A few hours later, Maggie is shocked out of a sound sleep by the sound of a wailing baby. After a couple moments of disorientation, she drags herself out of bed and staggers down the hall. She retrieves Trevor out of the crib and then makes her way downstairs. She gets both of them fed and changed before finally heading down into the basement and navigating her tired way through the secret passages that allow her into the bureau.
By the time she makes it into the library, her arms feel like they're about to fall off. She places the baby on a blanket on the floor under his activity gym and watches him. His bright red skin and tail leaves no doubt who his father is. Luckily, both of his arms are normal looking as well as his feet which he now firmly has hold of as he makes cute little gurgling noises.
With a smile on her face, she rubs her large belly, sits down in a nearby chair and picks up a book that she's been reading for the past couple of days. It's one of the many pregnancy books that Liz collected and has lent Maggie.
By the time she's ready for a snack and Trevor is starting to get fussy again, Guillermo comes in pushing a cart filled with goodies for all of them. With a great deal of effort, she gets the baby off of the floor and then holds him in her lap as he gets another bottle of his mother's milk. When he's finally done, then she gets her food.
"So, how do you think they're doing?" she asks quietly as she butters her scone.
"Well, you know what they say," he replies. "No news is good news."
"I guess so," she says with a sigh. "But I still worry."
"I know, my dear," he responds as he pats her hand. "They've been doing this for years, so we're going to have to trust them to come home safe."
"I trust them," she replies as she takes a bite of her scone. "It's Lewis I don't trust."
"Perfectly understandable, my dear," he chuckles while he sips his tea. "Perfectly understandable."
They sit in silence as she tries to get the air bubble out of Trevor. After he lets out a belch that would make his father proud, he lets out a huge yawn and starts to fall asleep in Maggie's arms. She changes the baby's diaper as Guillermo watches. It's a few minutes before he finally gets the courage up to breach a touchy subject.
"Has he told you anything about his nightmares yet?" he asks, not quite meeting her eyes.
"No," she grumbles as she lays Trevor in the nearby cradle. "I know he's still having them, but he just says he can't remember anything. I don't want to think the worst of him, but I think he's lying to me."
"And maybe he's telling you the truth," he suggests.
"Maybe," she huffs.
"And if he is lying, he might have a good reason," he muses. "It could be that he's concerned that what ever he's dreaming about will worry you."
"It's worrying me with him not telling," she mumbles.
"I know, just give him time," he offers.
With another sigh, she nods, cleans up the dishes and pushes the cart over by the door. He goes to start work on some project while she goes back to her book. She curls up on the comfortable chair and starts to read, but a short time later, the Sandman pays her a visit. With a smile, Guillermo tucks a throw around her. As he turns to go back to his desk, she lets out an ear splitting, heart wrenching scream.