[To Chilton, the movement sounded frantic. More than rustling, more than the casual coming of footsteps, there was some urgency in the sound of Will Graham's motion. It was like inertia enacted in human flesh; at first, Chilton tried to ignore it. He wasn't in the mood to humor company, no matter how distracting.
A minute ticked by.
It was coming from Abigail's room. Chilton had often criticized what he termed as the girl's harem, her endless sequence of male companions -- romantic or otherwise. But this noise was surely not theirs; they were sneaks who fileted with Chilton's wine collection.
Two minutes. Chilton poked out his head, glancing in the direction. He ought to be continuing he low profile, he should be considering his conversation with Power Girl. This wasn't his engagement.
Two minutes and a half.]
What are you doing?
[Asked Doctor Chilton, when he peered into Abigail's forlorn room. He shouldn't have been surprised to see Will.]
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A minute ticked by.
It was coming from Abigail's room. Chilton had often criticized what he termed as the girl's harem, her endless sequence of male companions -- romantic or otherwise. But this noise was surely not theirs; they were sneaks who fileted with Chilton's wine collection.
Two minutes. Chilton poked out his head, glancing in the direction. He ought to be continuing he low profile, he should be considering his conversation with Power Girl. This wasn't his engagement.
Two minutes and a half.]
What are you doing?
[Asked Doctor Chilton, when he peered into Abigail's forlorn room. He shouldn't have been surprised to see Will.]