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[ Abigail tries to do the smart thing and figure out the situation on her own. She does her best: reads the weird pamphlet three times, glances through the first few videos she finds on the smart-phone-like device, wanders around the grounds trying to look for a way out. Obviously, she does not find one. None of it makes any sense. She sits in the gardens for a few hours waiting to wake up, but if there is one thing her nightmares never are, it's tedious. So with boredom comes fear; if this isn't a dream, it means her life had changed radically yet again without warning. It means that just as she was beginning to have hope for some kind of stability, she was thrown into another mess. ]

[ The video shows her visibly upset, though clearly trying to master it. Her voice is small, and shaky with suppressed emotion, but she gets out what she means to say: ]

I'm not gonna bother asking a bunch of questions when it's obvious there's no one here who can help me.

[ Not to mention the fact that she wouldn't trust any answers she got, anyway. Any stranger might be complicit, as far as she's concerned. Abigail has difficulty trusting on the best of days. ]

I just want to know if... if anyone who sees this recognizes me. Is there anyone from my- [ It sounds so silly saying it, but she does ] -from my world here?

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[ Kevin can sympathize with that feeling. He didn't get it quite so much here, considering he was immediately accosted by angels, but back home? Yeah, he's felt lost and lonely back home, feeling like there wasn't anyone he could turn to. ]

I don't recognize you, sorry. Have you found anyone from your world yet?

[ It's not quite as simple as that for Abigail, but of course there's no way Kevin could know that, for the most part, she's happy not to be recognized. If she were going to try to find a silver lining to the whole logic-defying magical kidnapping, meeting so many people who didn't know her would be it. ]

Abigail. [ She's still cautious; maybe he'll know the name, even if he doesn't know the face ] Hobbs. I did. [ Nope, no more details on that. ]

[ Well, okay. That's alright; he isn't willing to open with most of his backstory, either. ]

Kevin Tran. [ He doesn't recognize her name at all. ] I'm glad you found someone, then. [ Then he thinks about Dick Roman and Crowley and, yeah, those angels again. ]

If you like them, that is.

[ Liking doesn't quite seem the right term, but she doesn't not like them, so she settles for a shrug. That seems the best summary she can muster. ]

How long've you been here, then?

[ He feels that. ]

About a week? Yeah, a week. So, not long, but I can try to help you get oriented if you need it.

[ A week still sounds long to Abigail, but she'd spoken to one woman who'd been here a whole eight months. Put things in perspective. As for Kevin, she obviously has no idea if she can trust him, but he seems harmless enough for now, and she's sick of just sitting around doing nothing. ]

Sure, okay. What do you wish someone had told you when you first showed up.

[ What he decided to say would not only give her information, but maybe more of an idea what kind of person he is ]

Um...

[ Kevin needs to stop to think about that a minute. ]

Well, I feel like I got a crash course in that because when I showed up, uh, these angels from my world found me in like two seconds and I stabbed one of them. He's fine, you know, he's an angel, but. I guess knowing what kinds of... things are here?

Is that, like, a gang?

[ Kevin doesn't exactly look like the gang type, but it seems like the most likely explanation to Abigail. But his answer does what she'd expected: tells her something about Kevin, as well as this place. The fact that he'd admit to stabbing someone so openly to a complete stranger means that either he's a remarkably unintelligent psychopath, or there are very little consequences for interpersonal violence here. Either way, Abigail thinks that maybe, as soon as she gets the chance, she should start carrying a knife. ]

[ He laughs. ] No. Well -- Kinda? But no.

[ Welcome to Wonderland. It's better for her to know now, right? Are they trying to keep themselves hidden? But then also bullshit to that; if it's going to get her hurt, and it might, then why shouldn't she know? ]

I mean angels. Real angels. Heaven and Hell, all that stuff's real. At least where I come from, and now I guess here too.

[ Abigail just... stares for a while. He doesn't look crazy. ]

Angels? Like, with wings? [ She's known plenty of people who believed in Heaven and Hell, but no one who claimed to have seen, and spoken to, and stabbed real angels. ]

Sometimes. Most of the time you can't see them, though. [ This is kind of fun, but Kevin realizes he shouldn't be playing with her, if that's what he's doing. It's kind of nice, just not giving a fuck and being able to be open about, well, most things. He's leaving the p-word and probably the t-word (prophet and tablets) out of most conversations, but everything else seems like fair game. He's been holding this stuff in for a while .]

I know it sounds crazy, but give it time. You'll see that there are some... interesting people here.

[ When Kevin admits that he knows he must sound crazy, Abigail raises her eyebrows in a mute you don't say. At least he is aware of how far-fetched talk of angels is. Then again, it's a bad sign that it's only barely the weirdest thing she's heard today ]

Interesting people who you stabbed.

[ Yes, she's stuck on the stabbing still. Call her paranoid. The statement has a hint of questioning underneath it - if angels were real, why on earth would he want to stab one? Unless he was some kind of weird satan worshipper? ]

He materialized two inches in front of my face about fifteen minutes after I showed up here. What would you have done?

[ Meh, stabbing. Maybe he should be aware that to real people, leading with the stabbing thing probably isn't the way to go, but, seriously, meh. Michael was fine. He wasn't even all that pissed. ]

He healed himself; it was fine.

[ Abigail is pretty sure if she had a knife, and someone materialized within arm's length, her reaction would be exactly the same. Still, she isn't exactly going to admit to being inclined to stab people, if she doesn't have to. Most of the people here don't have any preconceived notions about her guilt and she intends to keep it that way as long as she can ]

He wasn't angry? [ The skepticism is heavy in her voice. ]

No. Well, maybe, but he just told me not to do it again.

[ Supposedly, it's his job to protect Kevin, but that probably doesn't really mean anything in the long run. ]

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