Abigail steps through the portal, walking into your studio apartment. She looked around. It’s quite dark and dull in here. She claps twice, turning on lights she walk around looking around your kitchen, then the living room. She glides her hand across shelves and looks at your books. You walk out of your room rubbing your eyes which were adjusting their sight to the stranger in your living room. Wait…. STRANGER!* Well you look rough, love.
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