Abby giggled softly and rolled her eyes at him. "Im just kidding Matthew, I know you aren't trying anything. You're just being sweet to me," she said, giving him a very light kiss of gratitude on his cheek. Smiling as he pulled her feet into his lap, she leaned back on the arm of the couch. Getting up as he pointed to the cabinet, she squatted down to look through them all. "That's fine, my favorite movie is The Wolverine. He's the best marvel character," she said to Matthew over her shoulder. Finding The Wolverine after a minute or so, she grabbed it out of the counter and grinned. Waving it in the air a little as she came back over to the couch, taking her seat next to him again. "I finally found it at the end of the row. What do you want from the Asian place?" she asked, taking the house phone from his hand.<br/><br/>Without realizing it, Abby leaned into Matthew's side as she dialed the number to the Asian restraint. Placing both their orders, she did a bit of bargaining with them. When she was satisfied with the price, she grinned and hung up. "There we go, now it's only fifteen bucks instead of twenty-five. You are very welcome Matthew," she said proudly, leaning back for enough to fall down with her head in his lap. Flipping on the movie, she curled up a little bit with her head comfy in his lap.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Abby's Father, Tristan Weathers, returned home from work. Parking his truck behind his daughter's car, he whistled as he slammed his truck door shut. Walking up to the house, he already started brewing on what Abby's punishment would be if she hadn't done the cleaning. Which he would be shocked if she was even able to in her condition.<br/><br/>Pushing open the front door, Tristian froze in his footsteps as he looked around at the spotless house. Quickly rushing to his room, he checked around for even a spot of blood but found nothing. "Damn it all to hell! Now I wont have a reason... Damn that stubborn little bitch," he muttered to himself. Leaving his room, he started up the stairs towards her bedroom. "Abagail Weathers, you had better cooked dinner," he said ominously, throwing open her door to find a cold, empty room. Panic started to set in as he realized her duffle bag was gone and so where a couple pairs of her clothes.<br/><br/>Running down the stairs to the first floor, Tristan threw open the front door and looked around frantically outside. "Abby!" he called loudly, hoping she would answer. Hoping she didn't go to the police. If they had her taken away from him, he would just have to get her back. And when he did, she wouldn't live to see another day. Abagail Weathers was a walking dead person.