[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Wyndham Manor, London[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [youtube]https://youtu.be/N8ywUxqfesg[/youtube][hr][/center] Abigail nodded towards the constable and escorted him out once he and Gerard were finished speaking, showing him the door and thanking him for coming out. The constable tipped his hat and made his way back towards the park to meet up with the other officers. He would need to file the report about the break in but he wanted to check in with them first. Abigail looked over towards Gerard, "I'll be straightenin'up the office." She wanted to get things back in order before Mrs. Wyndham returned, she knew the woman would have an absolute hissy fit if the place was in disorder when they returned. It wouldn't matter if there had been a break in. The woman's priorities were vastly out of order. Walking back to the office she got to work. Thankfully there was nothing broken in there, so it was just gathering papers and trying to stack them mostly. She felt bad for Millicent because she knew it would be up to her to reorder everything that was in disarray but she didn't know what went with what. She just would do what she could and try not to make more work for Milli when she returned. The window wouldn't take Gerard too long to repair. The screws didn't seem to have worn out the wood and new ones would easily be replaced. It was odd, if it was just wear and tear the holes would have been stripped and need putty of some sort but these were fine. There was also no sign of the missing screws, they hadn't just fallen out. It seemed that they were missing. Had someone actually unscrewed them from the inside and taken them? If so, who? No one had been in the house that others were aware of and if that was indeed the case it meant that someone in the house had set up the opening for the break in. But who? Everyone seemed very devoted to the family, especially so to Miss Milli. Why put her in danger? What if she had been home when the break in occurred? Abigail sighed as she went about cleaning up the study, wishing that Mr. Wyndham was there. If there were papers missing, he would know and Millicent wouldn't have to worry. He would take care of it. Picking up a pillow from the couch that was on the floor she hit it hard a few times, fluffing it up before setting it back in place. As she did, she looked out the window and gasped. A Carriage she was not familiar with had pulled up to the curb in front of the house and she saw Millicent exiting it weakly. Rushing from the office and out int the hallway she flung open the door. "Mr. Connolly! It's Miss Milli! She be hurt!" she screamed as she ran out the door and her eyes fell onto the blood that was covering her mistress. Lord Rutherford held Millicents hand as she stepped out of the carriage. "Remember, this is on him and you. Don't make matters worse," he hissed in her ear. Millicent looked as pale as a ghost, resembling more of a brunette version of Virginia right then than the light olive complexion she normally had. Blood clung to her arms from the cuts, the bruise on her cheek fully revealed and another one seemed to overlay on top of it now. Trembling Millicent tried to take a step before nearly collapsing into Abigail's arms as she rushed over. "Miss Milli! What happened?" Abigail asked in a panic as she tried to steady Millicent but it was difficult. Abigail wasn't much larger than bird and far smaller than even Millicent's frame. "There was a Soulless attack at Almack's." Rutherford's voice cutting the silence and Abigail's widened. "Jane didn't survive, Mrs. Wyndham is being taken to Westminster Hospital, tend to my fiance. Word will be sent as soon I know more," he said. Abigail took a stuttering breath and nodded, turning her attention to Milli. [i]Fiance?[/i] Abigail thought quickly in a sorrowful mindset. She did not like the idea, she had heard much on the servants grape vine. Rutherford did not say more before the door of the carriage closed and it drove off quickly. As soon as it started off Millicent broke down in tears, her knees giving out from beneath her as she clung to Abigail in sobbing and shaking like a leaf. "Aww Miss Milli, I be so sorry," she said trying to comfort her. "Let's be gettin' you inside," Abigail added, trying her damnedest to get Milli back to her feet and help her inside but it was of no use. [color=0072bc]"I can't..."[/color] Millicent cried in hysterics. The tears streamed down her cheeks like flood waters and her body shook, cold and terrified even from the wild look in her eyes. Blood clinging to her skin and into her gown, her thigh and more were feeling ripped apart. Everything inside her felt destroyed right then. [center][hr][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Port Annan, Scotland - Teriny Inn[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] "Ye be right Miss, Lord might have been able to create heaven and earth but keepin' that lad on his two left feet might be beyond's even the Lord Almighty," Nigel chuckled as he looked over towards Calum. Who was at this point wrestling with his coat, whose tails had flipped over and gotten into his face as he flailed on the ground. It was like watching headless chicken trying to fight it ways out a burlap sack. "Oh fiddlesticks!" Calum exclaimed as he got to his feet and fought back the mighty tyrants of his coat tails. Swinging his arms around like a broken down windmill caught in the storm. Once he had finally defeated the evil overgarment Nigel held out the man's hat to him and chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep from roaring with laughter at the sight. "Right, thank you," Calum said as he took the hat and plopped it onto his head. "I, well, yes. Goodnight to you both," he said before turning away and starting to make his way back towards the office where he would be sleeping that evening. Nearly taking out three more tables along the way. "It is never dull when that boy is in here. You know I usually be keeping candles on all them tables but soons as I heard he was in town, I swept those away right quick. I can takes a few broken chairs, buts last things I be needin' is him burnin' the place down," Nigel guffawed as he stepped out from behind the bar and picked up said broken chair which had been reduced to fire wood. Shaking his head he kept chuckling as he looked over toward Maeve and heard a crash in his office. "Lord give me strength, excuse me Miss. Have a good night, if ye be neein' anything, just pull the cord bys yer bed and one of the girls be up to yous post haste," he added before rushing off to see what destruction the parson was causing this time.