Does anyone realize how weird it is that the day after I say I have no inspiration I write a new chapter in about an hour? My brain is very complicated.
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The bowling alley was crowded and noisy. However, the din did nothing to block out Crane's thoughts. He had last been here with Abbie, Joe, and Jenny sometime around Halloween. He had a distinct memory of the day.
Crane had only recently returned to Sleepy Hollow that day. Seeing Abbie every day again had been such a relief. While his visit to England had been pleasant, he would've better liked if Abbie were there as well. Just like now.
"You're thinking too much, Crane," Jenny mentioned as they got their shoes.
"Hmm? Oh, I am merely," Crane couldn't think up an excuse,"Yes I believe I may be."
"Crane, we came here for you to get your mind off of Abbie and what happened."
"Yes, yes, it's just that last time we came here Abbie was with us. As was Joe. I can't help but remember."
Jenny started to reply, but faltered.
"Miss Jenny, I apologize. I didn't mean..."
"No, no, it's okay," Jenny gnawed her lip, "We've both taken this whole ordeal hard. Let's just bowl a bit."
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Sarafina hopped out of her car. It had been a long drive. She stretched her legs a bit before walking into the bowling alley. She had no idea why she was drawn to it- just the feeling that she should meet up with some people.
It was a bit stuffy inside and smelled like feet, but that hardly bothered her. She recognized this place. In fact, she believed that she had been there when she was younger.
Sarafina slapped her credit card on the admissions counter and asked for an hour. It was handed back to her and she quickly walked to get shoes. As she was strolling to her designated lane, two people caught her eye.
They were a woman with dark skin and long curly hair pulled back into a ponytail and a man dressed like he had just stepped out of a history lesson about the revolutionary war. Except the bowling shoes, of course. 
Sarafina ran over to them, shouting "Crane! Jenny!"
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Crane's head whipped around at the sound of his name being called. For a moment, he thought it had been Abbie. He heard the voice call again.
"Crane," Jenny said, turning to him, "You heard that too, right?"
"All too clearly," he replied.
He spotted the source of the call, a woman, about Abbie's age, rushing to him. She had dark hair to her waist, and dark brown eyes.
"Crane! Jenny!" she called once again.
She reached them and stood in front of them.
"Do...we know who you are?" Jenny asked a tad impolitely.
Crane was disheartened, when he heard the voice he was almost certain it was Abbie.
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Sarafina stared incredulously.
"Guys, it's me," she said.
"I'm afraid I do not recognize you," Crane said.
'Of course,' thought Sarafina, 'Why would they know me.'
"I'm, I'm Sarafina George," she said, "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."
She turned to walk away when Crane told her, "Miss George, we are exactly who you believe we are. That is the confusing part."
"Then why don't you-"
"Listen," Jenny piped up, "We don't know who you are. But you know who we are. This can't just be overlooked. When did we meet?"
Sarafina thought the question over.
"We...didn't," she replied at length, "I just know you two. I woke up one day, just drawn to Sleepy Hollow. I live in Long Island, so I have no idea why. And there were these people I knew but never met- you, Pandora, Ezra, The Hidden one, Joe...the list goes on and on. By the way, I am really sorry about Joe. I wish I could've made it to the funeral."
"How did you know?" Jenny asked.
"Like I said," Sarafina replied, "I just know. I know nearly everything about this town-inside and out. How's Danny holding up?"
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Crane had checked out of the conversation a long while back. This was too odd. How did she know all of this?
He vaguely heard her ask how Danny was. This spurred him to speak.
"Miss George," he began, "Does the name Abigail Mills mean anything to you?"
"I feel like I know of her, yeah."
Crane hesitated, "What about 'Lieutenant'?"(a/n: This is Crane's typical pronunciation of the word)
"I feel like that's what you call me, right? I mean it's ridiculous considering you've never met me but that is what you call me."
Crane knew it was an absolutely ludicrous idea, but he felt that she was right.
"Yes," he replied, "That is what I normally call you, Lieutenant."

A/N: So, love it, hate it, indifferent? Just lie and tell me you hate it 😜 I still don't understand how this came to me.