Abigail: "The heart makes us do things the mind would never dream of. The price of not helping them was far too high."
Markus: "So you said. That doesn't make killing Mary any less insane."
Abigail: "Mary did not stay dead."
Markus: "She very easily could have."

Abigail: "If it had been Serge, you'd have done no less to save him."
Markus: "No, I'd have gone with James to find a grief councilor."
Abigail: "Your lips speak one thing, but I can see into your heart, Callaloo."

Markus didn't bother with a response, once again turning his attention fully to the road before him. He hated thinking of anything happening to Serge, of what he might to if faced with spending the rest of his life without him. With a deep breath he pushed the thoughts away, still uneasy with the truth of his grandmother's words.

He turned into their driveway, wanting nothing more than to put the night behind him. He turned the car off, hesitating a moment before getting out. Abigail sat unmoving next to him, her eyes sparkling in the darkness.

Markus: "What they did was way beyond stupid, and I'm finished talking about this for tonight."
Abigail: "You've lost none of them. They'll be with you for ages to come. Now let's stop with the foolishness and get inside."

Serge greeted both of them at the door, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

Serge: "Grandma! I wasn't expecting to see you again until next month in LA!"
Abigail: "One cannot hope to go against cosmic will, Serge."
Serge: "How long are you going to be staying with us this time?"
Abigail: "Just until the weekend."

Markus: "Sorry I'm so late."
Serge: "It's ok, I kept dinner in the oven. I figured you'd be home eventually, unless you'd met someone else of course."
Markus: "Of course."
Serge: "So how was work tonight? Anything interesting happen?"

Markus: "Just another typical night saving people's lives…"