'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!'

Knock, knock , knock

"Abigail, are you alright, my dear?"

Every neuron in her body wanted to scream out "NO", but she didn't. She couldn't…not yet. Not trusting her voice yet, she nodded in reply.

"Abby, I cannot see your reply. If you cannot answer me, I shall be forced to send Mother in there after you."

"I'm fine, Ducky. Just tired."

"Then you best be retiring for the evening, my dear."

"Yeah. I mean, of course. I'm heading straight to bed…promise. Goodnight, Ducky."

"Goodnight dear one."

She heard the hesitation in his voice. She knew that he knew she was lying, but he would never pressure her. Of that, Abby was most thankful for. Because she currently sat on the edge of the Mallard bath tub holding a small stick. A small stick that read…

*I know, I'm evil. Feedback is appreciated.*