Abigail slowly regained consciousness as the coloured smudges in her vision began to form shapes, images and eventually her new surroundings which she instantly realised were unfamiliar. Carefully she sat up to examine them more closely. There stood in front of her was John Proctor- a man she felt certain that she would never see again. His eyes glittered with a boyish charm as he gazed lovingly down at her. It had been a long while since the two of them last met and each had bitterly missed the other.
"John," Abigail whispered.
"Yes," Proctor answered, "I'm here now."
"But...but how did you find me?"
"I was in the area collecting firewood and I saw you there...motionless on the ground."
"What about the Indians?"
"Abby," John paused, "I didn't see no Indians, I should have known though: you have an increasing appetite for danger."
"I'm fine John, and I always will be as long as I have my big, brave protector here to help me."
"I won't always be here...and what's more, you shouldn't be."
"Are you trying to say that you don't want me?" Abigail sobbed.
"No, I'm trying to say only that you shouldn't be here, not that I'm not glad that you are." A smile appeared on Proctor's face to comfort Abigail. He then lifted her chin with his finger and planted a kiss upon her lips.
