[Abigail is in the library, looking for . . . something. She doesn't know what. But everything she's been reading lately seems dull now, disconnected and disjointed. Poetry frustrates her, and biographies have never exactly been her thing.]
[She comes in as Elena's coming out, sees what's in her hands, and gives a shy, if slightly awkward, smile.]
no subject
[She comes in as Elena's coming out, sees what's in her hands, and gives a shy, if slightly awkward, smile.]
That again?