A/N: Ahhhhhhh! What the heck?! Let me clear my eyes--  WHAT? It still says over 60 reads?! What the frickety frackety?!?!?! Thank you all! I would not have gotten this far without all of you wonderful  people! I know sixty is old news to some, but I'm still SOOOOOOO happy! I think I honestly screamed a bit in computer class when I saw this. You all deserve a reward! What is that reward you ask? Why, it's another chapter of my crappy writing, of course! But you seem to like it so, here goes! 

(PS, thank you to pmgayles for being such an active reader! I always love your comments!)

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The day was a perfect temperature when Sarafina stepped outside- warm, with only a slight chill and a mist lazily hanging over the town. After groggily waking, she remembered the pledge she had made to herself. So, here she was, feet shaking and stomach flipping. Sarafina had fervently prayed that she would be alone when she arrived at the cemetery. The chance that someone else would arrive there while she was to see this "Abigail Mills" couldn't have been much higher than one in a million, according to her exaggerated figuring.

In the car a song was playing on the radio, but Sarafina was too distracted by her thoughts to even pay attention to what it was. Her musings currently consisted of attempting to figure out her relation to Abigail Mills. Sarafina wracked her mind for anything, anything , that she possibly could've heard about this woman.

Sarafina did vaguely recall Jenny mentioning the name "Abbie" while talking to Crane. Jenny had said something about Sarafina not being Abbie. Maybe Abbie was Abigail Mills? Well, there was really no way to tell. There was not the slightest chance of Sarafina speaking to those two people again. Willingly, at least. Her thoughts were cut short by the gate appearing in front of her.

Sarafina sucked in a deep breath before releasing all the oxygen in her lungs. Her hand lingered on the door handle of the car after she turned the key in the ignition to the off position.(Lol, I'm not even going to say which side that is because I have no sense of left or right. If you'd care to help my mentally exhausted brain, please tell me which that would be.)Hesitantly, Sarafina opened the door and stepped out, preparing to visit an old friend.

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Crane awoke feeling decidedly lazy, which was uncharacteristic of him. So, as an uncharacteristically lazy being, he decided to go out to eat instead of cooking as he usually did. He dressed in the same colonial clothing he always wore and descended the steps.

"Lieutenant, would you like to go to Starbuck's for breakfast?" He asked, searching for Abbie out of habit. After a moment, he remembered, to his dismay that Abbie wouldn't be there to answer him. Crane placed a hand to his forehead for a moment before whispering to himself, "I am a madman, aren't I? Calling out to memories of people I love."

Crane left the house and locked the door behind himself. He looked forlornly at the "For Sale" sign staked into the lawn. Although he didn't want to leave his home, he felt it was wrong to stay here. He was an independent man now, and he felt that as such, he needed his own place. This house would always be Abbie's to him, everything in it would always be Abbie's. In order to move on from her death, he needed to distance himself.

The car pulled into the parking lot of Starbuck's. Crane entered the restaurant an was greeted with a very long line. He walked to the end of the line. Next to Crane, a man a small bit shorter than him took notice of Crane. The man looked to be in his mid fifties, and his eyes looked at Crane curiously.

"You're certainly dressed... uniquely. Are you from here?" The man asked.

Crane startled at the sudden voice and looked at the man. "Er, yes I am actually. Are you?"

The man shook his head, "Nah, I'm from D.C. Decided to take a trip to New York. I couldn't skip over Sleepy Hollow, of course." The man leaned a bit closer as if he was about to confide something. "I'm known for being kind of, spooky," he stated.

Crane nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts once more wandering. He didn't particularly feel like having a conversation with this stranger, but he attempted to remain genial.

"Anyway," the man gestured to Crane's outfit, "Is there a special story to this?"

"You wouldn't believe if I told you," Crane muttered under his breath.

"I'd want to believe you. I've seen some pretty strange things in my time," the man chuckled with a faraway look, as if reminiscing.

"Well," Crane said, "I was originally a spy for the Patriot army in the War of Independence. I was killed, and 250 years later I was awakened from my grave. Then, I met a lovely woman named Abigail Mills. We were quite close, but recently she passed away. At least, that's what we assumed happened. You see, her soul was absorbed into Pandora's box, but we ever actually saw if she died..." Crane trailed off, knowing that he had said far to much. It had just felt good to get his concerns off of his chest. The man probably wouldn't believe him anyway.

"You know," the man said, "I actually want to believe that."

"H-how?" Crane asked.

"I can tell it's true, or that you believe it is. The way you were talking... That was real sadness. You really loved her, didn't you?" The man said.

Crane wasn't sure how to answer, so he remained silent.  The man took his silence as affirmation that he had judged correctly and continued, saying,
"I don't know if this will help, but if you think there is the slightest chance that she might be alive, pursue her. There were too many times that I was told Da- my wife would die. I didn't give up on her and, well, here we are."

A woman ordering at the counter gestured for the man to join her. The man started to walk to her when Crane said, "Sir, what is your name?"

The man smiled and said, "Call me anything except for 'Spooky.'"

The woman came up to the man and grabbed his hand saying, "Hurry,  we can't be late."

The man put up his free hand in a wave to Crane and called, "Hey, I like the jacket!"

Crane simply smiled slightly in return, but deep in thought. He ducked out of the line and walked to his car, still thinking about what the man had told him. Perhaps there was a way.

Crane got in his car hurriedly. A song was playing on the radio, but he was too distracted by his thoughts to even pay attention to what it was. Right now his thoughts consisted of a certain Abbie Mills, and how he would get her back. His musings were cut short by the gate appearing in front of him.

Crane sucked in a deep breath before releasing all the oxygen in his lungs. His hand lingered on the door handle of the car after he turned the key in the ignition to the off position. Hesitantly, Crane opened the door and stepped out, preparing to visit his best friend.

A/N:
See what I did there, huh? *nudges reader with shoulder*
Anyway, I know my much happened in this chapter, but if you can figure out who mystery man is, you may win a prize! (Key word, MAY.) More will happen in the next chapter(hopefully.)
Later, Sleepyheads!