Abbigail's trip wouldn't be a pensive and silent one far from it in fact. The hall she now walked in not only had an oppressive air but she began to hear the voices of her parents arguing. The vehemit and venomous words ringing loud and clear in her ears. The first argument that came to light had been a rather sharp tongued one that was probably shortly after her return from the Amagi Inn when she had tried to run away before.<br/><br/>The taunting laughter also echoed again from deeper inside the foggy prison. It was hard to determine what was worse the fact that she could hear the arguing or the fact that the laughter that was taunting her sounded somehow familiar to her.