Dinner that evening was mainly quiet. Riley was moping silently, something that he always did when he wanted Ben to give in to something. It didn't always work, granted, but hopefully it would this time. Michael just sat silently, glancing between Ben and Riley, sensing the tension between the two men, and then at Abigail and Ryan, who were sitting oblivious to this tension.

Abigail stood up when they had finished and started to take Ryan's plate. "Okay, sweetie, let's have your plate." She said, and he handed it to her.

"Can I help?" Ryan asked her. Abigail smiled at him.

"Sure. You want to get Michael and Uncle Riley's plates?" She said, and he nodded, getting down from his chair. Abigail took Ben's plate, and he kissed her as she straightened up again.

"Lovely dinner, hon." He told her.

She smiled at him. "Thank you. We're stuck for a dessert though, there's basically just whatever's in the kitchen." She shrugged.

Riley looked up from handing Ryan his plate. "There should be some cheesecake in the freezer. I brought some while you were away, but wasn't enough of a pig to eat it myself."

"Who wants some?" Abigail asked.

"Me!" Ryan said excitedly.

"Okay...you be careful with those plates." Abigail told him, and he followed her into the kitchen.

Once they were out of earshot, Riley rounded on Ben. "Have you spoken about it?" He asked him impatiently.

"No."

"Ben!" Riley protested unfairly.

"I'm sorry, Riley." He said, glancing in the direction where Abigail had just walked out of the room, his eyes falling upon one of the photos from their wedding day. "I can't do it." He decided firmly.

"She can." Riley said, and they all knew that the only 'she' he could be referring to was Abigail.

Ben sighed. "You really think that Abigail has something to do with this?" He asked, even though he didn't want to go into this conversation again. He leaned forward in his chair, placing his head in his hands.

Riley nodded, also leaning forward, but, unlike Ben, choosing not to drown in his palms. "It's too strong a coincidence, don't you think? Her first words, her reaction to the map of Egypt...she knows about this necklace, Ben."

Ben looked up tiredly. "Really? Because she seemed to know nothing about it." He pointed out.

"Well, maybe she just doesn't know that she knows." He shrugged.

"That doesn't make any sense." Michael pointed out, but both men ignored this comment.

"Your family had the legacy, Ben. Maybe she has her own."

"No one has a clue about it." Ben counteracted.

"She felt something when she touched it." Riley reminded him.

"It's too risky." He shook his head.

"What's too risky?" Abigail asked as she came back into the room.

"Noth-" Ben started, but Riley cut him off.

"Going after the necklace." Ben shot him a glance, and Ryan climbed back up into his chair with his cheesecake.

"What necklace?" The boy asked.

"There is no necklace, little man." Ben told him, putting on a smile for him.

"But Riley said there was." Ryan said with a confused frown.

"It's just a story." Ben nodded, and Ryan did as well, going back to his cheesecake.

They ate dessert in silence and afterwards, it was Abigail who broke the quiet.

"Ryan, why don't you go beat Michael on the PlayStation?" She suggested lightly.

Michael rolled his eyes. "I can beat him, you know." He told her.

Abigail nodded her head in the direction of the living room. "Then go prove it."

Michael took Ryan and left the room, leaving Ben, Abigail and Riley in another fit of silence.

"Abigail..." Ben started, but she shook her head.

"Ben, maybe we should go." She suggested quietly.

"What?" He asked her, unsure she had just said it.

She shrugged. "Maybe I do know something."

"Abi, the chances of that are too low-" He started, but she cut him off.

"We've overcome more than low chances before, Ben." She told him, and he knew that she was talking about the pregnancy.

He sighed, looking at her sadly and shaking his head. "That's why I don't want to risk it...risk you..." He tlold her.

"What's the worst that can happen?" She asked.

The worst? Ben didn't want to think about the worst. He didn't even want to think about the remotely bad things.

"Famous last words." Riley muttered.

Ben turned to him. "You were all for this a minute ago."

"I still am." He nodded.

Ben sighed again. "Can we just think about this logically for a minute? You want to go into Egypt..."

"Yeah."

"With no map?"

"Yeah."

"Just a sheet of paper?"

"Yeah."

"No idea where you're going?"

"Yeah."

"To go after something just on the suspicion that Ian might have gone after it?"

"Ian would have gone after it." Riley nodded.

"We don't know that for sure." Ben denied.

"This has Ian's style all over it, Ben." Riley said, laying his hands out in gesture. "I think it's pretty obvious that he's out of prison for revenge."

"Exactly. This might be a set up, to get us to go somewhere where we're not protected..." Ben reasoned.

"And what if it's not?" Riley asked. "What if its all true?"

Ben was silent for a while, thinking it over. He was never one to turn down an adventure, especially not on this scale, but there was Abigail to think about now. He loved her, and they had a baby on the way. He couldn't do anything to risk them. "We might already too be late." He reasoned after a while.

Riley shook his head ever so slightly. "I think we'd know if we were too late."

"Riley-"

"Ben." Abigail stepped in again. They looked at each other. "We need to go." She said quietly.

He shook his head. "Abi, no, I'm not-"

"I need to know the answers." She said, sounding desperate, unshed tears forming in her eyes. He stepped closer to her.

"What answers?"

"I need to know why I know things without ever learning them."

Ben looked at Abigail, whose eyes pleaded with him, and then looked at Riley. Slowly, he nodded.

"Okay, we'll go."