Spoiler Alert for the next paragraph: Aaaaaaaahhhhh! That mid-season finale! Motorcycles! The Crane Split! The bae getting shot! Katrina finally using magic without fucking it up! Ichabod giving his son his 102938373638th chance at redemption and getting fucked over! Katrina skeeving with Abraham! Irving! My fantasy of Katrina's demise almost coming to fruition! Henry pulling that last move from literally nowhere! Aaaaaaahhhhh!
Miss Jenny opened the door, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting the Crane family values."
"Neither we expecting you at Miss Abbie's abode. But you were expecting Abbie, were you not? Has she been in contact with you?" Ichabod questioned, taking a half-step into the house. Miss Jenny's eyes tracked the movement carefully.
"She called earlier, said you would turn against her. Soon. She didn't sound like she was going down without a fight."
Ichabod was suddenly aware that Miss Jenny's arm was positioned carefully behind the door. Anything could be in her hand. He glanced at her to see the challenge in her eyes. He put his hands in front of him.
"She is mistaken. Gravely so. I have sworn to her, upon my very soul that I shall never turn against her. There is nothing, in any of the accounts we have sought for clarity, that indicates that this prophesy shall come to fruition, now, before the passing of seven years."
Her eyes rose to meet his gaze, seeming to challenge or evaluate. She sighed, the hostility in her demeanor lessening. She swung open the door and tucked the gun she had been holding into the waistband of her pants.
"Well, then I guess we've got some talking to do."
"Could she have employed the use of a train?" Katrina questioned, the word sounding foreign in her mouth.
Jenny shook her head. "She didn't stop back here. She can't have enough money to get far. I think she's gone somewhere familiar."
"Then where does she feel at home if not here, or the Sheriff's cabin?"
Jenny shook her head in puzzlement. "I don't know."
"If I may, I believe I have a method that may locate the Lieutenant." Katrina breathed. "A tracking spell. I would need something from her person, however, and as she is not here…"
"Her room." Ichabod said, standing.
"Is it not improper to enter a lady's chambers without permission? Surely, that is a matter of impropriety!" Katrina interjected.
Ichabod waved his hand dismissively. "The Lieutenant has allowed me into her chambers several times."
Realizing his mistake, Ichabod turned, reddening. "I mean only that she has instructed me to fetch things for her from this room. She has never indicated that this would be considered improper."
"This time is indeed changed from what once was." Katrina gasped.
Turning into Abbie's room, Ichabod saw Jenny roll her eyes.
The Lieutenant's room was neat, quaint and sweet-smelling. Her things were untouched, her bed unruffled. It was clear she hadn't slept there in many days. The only area that didn't exhibit the same order held in the rest of the room was the vanity. The small space was laden with as many bottles, gadgets, and brushes, as would fit. Feeling vaguely intrusive, Ichabod perused the display until he found what he was looking for. Plucking a hairbrush from the clutter, he removed a single hair from among the bristles.
When he returned to the table, Katrina had set up a few mismatched candles and an old tattered map. Wordlessly, Ichabod placed the strand of hair in Katrina's outstretched palm. She twined the strand around the base of the slenderest candle. Her voice came high and breathy, a chant of indistinguishable, unintelligible words. She took the candle in her hand and tipped it over the map. Five drops landed on their current position on the map, the drops began to run over the roads, past buildings, turning and twisting before settling over one building.
"Fredericks Manor." Jenny pronounced, glancing at the group in confusion.
"Eureka." Said Ichabod.
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