Abigale stared at him, blank faced. She had never actually close to anyone who had died before him. The only information she got about death was from the horror films her mother watched. Her cheeks went red at the idea of the old man being gone. He was the only one who would ever come over to their place. Who would treat them like they weren't some kind of freak show. He treated them like family. She never knew her father or her grandparents so he had been the only one she had ever known as family.<br/><br/>She gripped the bottom of her shirt and looked down. Tears were welling up but she didn't want to show it to them. Abi quickly wiped her face and looked to the twins. They looked as if they were about to break down themselves. '<em>Stay together for David..</em>'Abigale thought to herself as she looked back to him and his strange book. Quickly she nodded her head and moved to stand close to his side, looking down at the page before them. "Re-tool..?"She asked between sniffs and wiped her nose with the back of her arm.<br/><br/>'<em>Not grow up?</em>'She thought to herself and looked up towards the others. They seemed to be as interested as she was. "Not grow up? Does that mean we could always be friends and hang out?"Jeanette asked with hopeful glint in her eyes. "I think so!"Finley said excitedly as they both huddled about the book. "Go on, David! Read the rest!"Abigale said and nudged his shoulder.<br/><br/><br/>((Sorry for the shortness ;-; ))