<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Abby Daniels</span></b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">When Justina nodded off to sleep, Abby wandered over to the French doors leading to the garden.  The storm was still in progress and becoming more intense.  She was relieved she hadn't parked Margot's BMW near any trees, as there were limbs down all over the driveway leading to the mansion.  Going through her mind as to anything else she needed if Justina were to deliver at this time, she decided she needed towels, wash cloths and a wash basin.  Surely, they would have what she needed in the powder room, since Rikki seemed to have disappeared.  So she headed that way, relieved that Audrey wasn't around to ask her where she was going.  <br/>
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A wash basin was under the sink and the towels and wash cloths were in a closet.  Piling them into the wash basin, Abby turned and  headed back to the parlor.  Halfway between powder room and parlor, she was suddenly frozen by a mind-numbing cold that seemed to encompass her whole body, forcing her to her knees and paralyzing her.  A female voice screamed in her head.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><b>"GIVE THE WATCH TO MY DAUGHTER, GRACE!  YOU DON'T DESERVE IT AND MARCUS HAD NO RIGHT TO GIVE IT TO YOU!  DO IT NOW OR I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL UNTIL YOU DO!"</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">The cold left Abby's body suddenly.  And like a puppet who's strings had been cut, Abby collapsed to the floor, as an evil laugh faded into the distance.</span>