He came back into consciousness but kept his eyes clenched shut as he listened to the voices that sounded like they were coming from somewhere across the room, He immediately knew who the belonged to. He took a moment to put together what had happened, The sheriffs turncoat had thrown some kind of powder over the two of them and he watched as Abbie seemed to collapse next to him before he too had fallen from reality. He couldn't be sure how long he had been asleep before he woke up but what he did realise was that someone most likely Brooks had put his shirt on while he slept.
" How much longer will it be until they wake up?" asked a voice that could only belong to a necromancer.
" Not much longer, it should be any minute now" said Andy confirming his suspicion.
Of course, without Katrina the only way for the horseman to communicate would be through a necromancer. He thought.
" Crane " she mumbled still not completely aware of her surroundings.
" Leftenant, ssh" he whispered putting his hand over her mouth. He opened his eyes too make sure that no one heard her and with a quick scan of the room he found who he was looking for. He turned back to Abbie and and motioned for her to look across the room, she froze when she saw the horseman standing a mere 10 feet away from them, it wasn't until then that he remembered the ritual. He watched as her eyes went wide and she scrambled back into his arms.
" It's alright, it's alright" he repeated in a hushed whisper as he gently stroked her hair in an attempt to calm her. She pulled back and looked up into his eyes and as she did he for the third time he saw real fear in her eyes.
" He's gonna kill me" she whispered into his shoulder and he could feel her tears seeping through his shirt.
" I wont let any harm come to you Abbie i swear for as long as i draw breath so will you" He said softly stroking her hair as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.
They heard the whispering halt suddenly and she heard the approaching footsteps before both the horseman and Andy Brooks came into view.
" WHAT DO YOU WANT" he spat tightening his grip around her tiny frame. She kept her face buried as she waited for a reply but none came, silence, nothing she didn't know what was going on, she wanted to look up but she was paralysed with fear something which had never before that day happened to her. She squeezed her eyes shut and brought her knees up to her chest until she was practically sitting in Ichabods lap.
" STOP WALKING OR I SWEAR I.." he said before being cut off.
" Or what? There's nothing you could to stop me even if you tried luckily for you i have no intent on harming either of you if you cooperate" said the necromancer.
" What do you mean cooperate" spat Ichabod still not letting his guard down or loosening his grip on Abbie.
" I would simply like to have a conversation with the both of you about Katrina, do you remember her, she's your wife" said the necromancer accusingly.
" You mean you don't know where she is?" he asked.
" No and i would like be enlightened with her whereabouts, unless of course you don't know either.
" I know exactly where she is" snapped Ichabod.
" Well then would you two please join me for a civilised meal where we shall discuss the whereabouts of Katrina" said the necromancer as the horseman began to make his was out of the room Brooks in tow.
He looked down at Abbie, who's face was still buried in the crook of his neck.
" Abbie" he whispered softly. She slowly looked up to him and as she did he took all of her in. She had since stopped crying but her face was still streaked with the remnants of tears, as he looked into her eyes he saw just how terrified she was, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, he could see right through her thickest walls.
" We don't have to if you don't wish to" he said softly looking straight into her eyes. She didn't respond immediately so he knew she was turning the idea over in her head.
After a moment she stared straight back at him. " Do you trust what he says?" she asked.
He took a deep breath and took her hand in his " While i certainly don't trust him or anything he says i do believe in his concern for Katrina after all he is still madly in love with her". She noticed how his expression changed at the mention of Katrinas name but decided it wasn't the right time to bring it up.
" Okay, but the first time of trouble we are out of here okay?"she said pulling back from his embrace.
" You have my word" he said getting up from the ground and extending an arm out to her. She took his arm and pulled herself up off the ground with the help of his arms which was a lot stronger than it looked.
As they followed the horseman and his necromancer through the silent halls of the deserted carriage house they discussed and decided what they would tell the horseman until the reached a room which was set up with an elegant dining table and six chairs equally as beautiful. They took their seats at the opposite end to the horseman, Ichabod of course being a gentleman helped Abbie with her chair.
Once they were all seated the horseman got straight down to business. " Where is Katrina?".