Immediately, Abilene nodded at Rose's request and stepped out the back door of the shop into an alleyway. Not even caring it was still damp on the ground from the early morning dew, as soon as the door shut, she sank down and leaned against the outer wall of the bakery. She drew her legs up, knees against her chest, skirt slipping up to show her ankles, but she didn't much care. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she stared at nothing in particular as she waited for whatever was to come next. Should she just go home? Should she stay? Should she even have come back to Whitby in the first place? She leaned her head against her knees and closed her eyes.