Both Abby and Fiona ran to the kitchen and found Igram shaking with a very weak Pickford at his feet.
Abby froze in horror, while Faith hid her face.
Fiona ran into her son's arms. She could feel his body shaking with fear. She looked at the real Pickford, who was as confused as she was. One minute he was in the forsaken place, the next the man with the weird eyes was grabbing his hand and now they were in what appeared to be a real house with Abby and her daughter furiously staring at him.
Abby wasn't supposed to be there. She was supposed to be in the mansion locked up unless he was having another of those constant illusions.
He attempted to speak, but he was too weak to even move his lips.
Fiona looked at the man that almost condemned her son to pay for his crimes and held her son tighter.
"What happened? Where did you go?" She whispered
