He sits close to me and grasps my hand.
'It'll be OK,' he says.
'Will it?'
'I trust so.'
'How? How might you trust so?'
He doesn't answer.
'Abigail's gone to Spain,' I say. 'She kept in touch with me. She's truism I need to go out there and that there's something she needs to advise me. It's about Eliza, I realize it is.'
'Then, at that point you ought to go. There's nothing occurring here. Any telephone appointments will go to the replying mail.'
'Would you be able to hold the fortification?'
He relinquishes my hand. 'I'm disappearing as well. I just… I need to move away for a couple of days. Half a month perhaps. I simply should be all alone. Figured I may return home.'
'To Scotland, you mean?'
He gestures. 'I figure it is great to recollect, you know?'
'Alright. I can get th
