Keefe awoke with a jolt, thinking he heard something. Expecting to see figures in black cloaks, he was surprised to find a ratty looking dog staring at him through the doorway. He laughed quietly and let the little 8-pound looking dog sniff him. Keefe looked at the pink collar and saw the dog's name was Hazel. He sneezed, and it woke Abbie up.

"You okay down there Keefe? That's the third time you've sneezed in two minutes."

"I'm good, just apparently allergic to rat dogs." He said as he wiped his now runny nose.

She gawked at him and scooped Hazel up, "Hazel is not a rat dog. She is a yorkie and is the cutest thing I will ever lay my eyes on."

"Cuter than me?" Keefe asked with a wink.

"Yes, way cuter than you." She said laughing, but Keefe could feel her face burn even if he couldn't see it. He couldn't figure out how he felt and it was freaking him out. He has always had a thing for Foster, but ever since he came back from the Lost Cities back when he was hiding out, things haven't been the same between them. Maybe change is good. He thought.

"Well I'm going back to bed, it's only three in the morning." He said.

"I would be asleep if someone hadn't woken me up with their bear-like sneezes." She said as she chucked a snowball at his head.

Laughing, he brushed off the snow, "I can't help that I'm allergic to your rat. Go to bed."

When the sun came through the curtains, Keefe woke back up. He immediately scanned the room for threats. He wasn't sure how the Neverseen found Sophie when she was in the Lost Cities but he wasn't about to let them hurt Abbie. He must've rustled the blankets too much because he heard her groan.

"Keefe, why are you up, it's barely morning yet." He had to hold in a laugh at her morning hair.

"Sorry, I'm just making sure you're good."

She laid back down and went back to bed, obviously not a morning person.

"Don't you have school today?" He asked, checking the time.

She mumbled something but he couldn't make out what it was. After a minute she sat up again, "Yeah I have school. But you can't go to that."

"Um Abbie, that's part of my job…"

"How am I supposed to hide you all day at school?"

He hadn't thought about that, "Can you make me vanish all day?"

She shook her head, "That's too long and I can't hold your head all day."

"Well I could maybe go and get an obscurer but I would have to leap back to the Lost Cities… and that kind of defeats the point of me being here."

"Keefe, I'll be fine. I was fine when you were living there and I'll be fine when you go back for a short amount of time."

"Fine. But you can't leave for school until I get back." He winked as she rolled her eyes.

"If you make me late, I'm going to make it my life mission to hide from you."

"I'll be fast I promise." He said as he lifted his pathfinder and was gone one second later.

"Wow." She said quietly. This was the first time she's been alone since he got there the day before. Abbie knew that there was a group that could find her but she just couldn't figure out how they would know she existed. If all of the elf leaders don't know she exists, then how would a group of rebels? She continued her normal morning routine of breakfast and getting ready when she heard someone in her room.

"Dang Keefe that was fast," She said as she moved from her connecting bathroom into her room. But it wasn't Keefe there. It was a tall, faceless man in a black cloak with a weird white eye on the sleeve. She turned and tried to run out, only to be grabbed from behind. She felt a stab in her neck and saw him take out a huge syringe. He disappeared as she passed out.

She woke up to her Mom shaking her. She shot up, slowly sitting back down as her head rushed.

"Abbie, what on Earth is wrong with you? Are you sick?" Her mom shrieked, looking her up and down.

"Yeah Mom, sorry, I just got light-headed. I must be sick." Abbie mumbled, trying to figure out what terrifying thing the guy did to her.

"You do feel warm," Her Mom said as she felt Abbie's face, "Just stay home today okay? I have work so I can't stay with you."

Abbie closed her eyes as nausea swarmed through her, "It's okay Mom, I promise. I'm gonna go back to bed."

"Okay, drink lots of fluids." She said as she went back downstairs.

Abbie couldn't even reply as she curled up on her bed. She didn't know what happened, only that she felt awful. She felt like her body was on fire, her head was made of concrete, and that she hadn't slept in years.

After what felt like forever, Keefe leapt back into her room with a weird looking device in his hand. He smiled and held it up, but his smile immediately vanished when he saw her curled up on the bed.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He yelled.

Wincing, she said "Keefe can you quiet down."

"Sorry," He muttered, "What the heck happened?"

"I was getting ready and this guy appeared in my room like you do." She paused to take a breath, "And then he stabbed me with a syringe in my neck and left."

He sank down on the bed beside her, quiet for a second.

"I'm shocked they left you. I would ask how you're feeling, but I can feel some of that and it's not great." He looked a little green.

She gasped, "Why are you so close then?"

"Because this is only a fraction of what you're feeling right now. I'm trying to think about what I'm supposed to do right now. Let me hail Mr. Forkle. Stay there."

She didn't respond, just closed her eyes and drifted off.