#[She drops the laundry she's folding in the laundrybasket. Following that she rushes to Cesar. She takes their ''fake'' hands once again.]

[markheathbarofficial]

Cesar Torres, please stop yelling! You need to calm down, you're going to get hurt.

A-A-Abagail. I need NEED need you. Now.

- Cesar

[Things seem even more off thann they do the other day. Something's clawing at them, something that he thought they'd forgotten, something that, nonetheless, has been welling more and more recently.]

[Still, they try to intimidate her. What power did he have if she didn't fear him?]

Hm? Oh, can you wait a moment? I'm busy with laundry. But I'll only be a second.