Aiden paced back and forth. He finally approached the door and rung the doorbell.

Abigail sighed knowing that the men wouldn't get up from their little talk anytime soon. She wiped her hands off on her apron and walked over to the door and opened it. "May I help you young man?" She asked even though she didn't look much older then the man there with her long red hair.

"Hello." Aiden spoke nervously.

"Hello." Abigail said back then waited for a second. "Did you want something? I have dishes to clean in side." She said leaning against the door jam.

"I am looking for... Mury?" He choked out,

Abigail looked behind her to see if the men heard that then stepped out onto the porch closing the door behind her. "Let me guess... Aiden? Aiden Pierce?" She asked already knowing it had to be him. What other man would be asking for her daughter by her boyish nickname?

"Yes," Aiden said with a small smile. "Can I come in?" He whispered to Abigail.

Abigail bit her lip. "Not that way..." She said a small smile appearing on her lips. "Not if you want to live that is." She said her thick Irish accent making the words flow with a blend like they were one. She thought for a bit. "This door gets stuck when it's cold..." She said thinking. "I'm Mury's Mum by the way." She said as she tried to fill the silence a bit.

"Very nice to meet you." Aiden held out his hand.

Abigail smiled and shook his hand firmly. "You're too kind." She figure it out. "Okay here's what we're gonna do. You go around to the back door and wait for the door bell to ring then you'll knock on the door. Charlotte's back there she'll let you in. Then run up the stairs, Mury's in her room turn right down the hall then her's is first on the left. If it's locked hide in the closet across from it until I come up."