Crane watched from the corner of his eye as Sarafina took the final steps towards him, looking as though it was the most risky thing she'd ever do. Tentatively, she tapped him upon the shoulder, causing him to start.

She barely gave him time to process the situation before she had blurted out, "Please tell me you're hearing a voice in  your head, too."

He stuttered, not quite sure how to reply to the unusual statement. It certainly wasn't a question that one gets asked every day.

He stepped back a little, and very cautiously while asking, "Miss George, are you feeling alright? Why are you-"

Speaking urgently with an obvious disregard for his current state of confusion, she continued, "I know you hear her, too. She said so herself!"

The gleam in the young woman's eye made her appear almost psychotic, and Crane felt the insistent urge to leave immediately while observing it. But something in Sarafina's urgency held him to his spot.

"Who exactly is 'she,' Miss George?"

"Abbie! Abbie Mills! She's talking to me- she's the one that told me to come here. She told me to come to Sleepy Hollow!"

At the sound of Abbie's name falling from the girl's lips, Crane felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach and caused the air to leave his body. He gasped out, panting, his voice barely reaching above a whisper, "Abbie? It was really you?"

Even at his hushed tone, Sarafina could hear him, and responded, "You knew her?"

"I lo- I mean, she was my par- my closest friend in this world. So, you are also hearing her? I thought I was just deluding myself into believing I heard her, but..." he trailed off, at a loss for words. All he could do was was once again whisper, "Abbie..."

"If we both hear her talking to us, doesn't that mean something? Is she trying to tell us to help her? Maybe she isn't really dead?"

Crane smiled brightly at the realization, and spoke loudly, "Yes! Maybe she isn't really gone!" The few other mourners that were there gave him angry glares with sorrowful eyes. He quieted instantly, remembering that they were at a graveyard, and there probably wasn't anyone else here getting  messages from their dead relatives.

"So, how do let her know that we can hear her? Sarafina wondered.

"I don't know," he acknowledged.

"Maybe a seance?"

Crane looked at her blankly.

"I'm pretty sure I have a Ouija board from high school-"

"No, she isn't dead, so that won't work," Crane stated definitively.

Sarafina sighed, "Well then, what will work? I don't have any better ideas, so please tell me if you do."

"Can you come with me, Miss George? It will go faster if you aid me."

" What exactly will go faster?" She asked, skepticism in her voice.

"Finding a way to save the Lieutenant, of course," Crane stated, as if talking to a young child. 

"You mean Abbie, right?" Sarafina checked.

Crane mumbled an 'mhmm' while making haste to his car, holding the door open as an offer for Sarafina to get in.

"No thanks, I'll follow you."

Crane nodded and closed the door. Sarafina knew that she may have come off as rude, but she didn't trust or know this man well enough to feel comfortable sitting in his car. He could take her anywhere and do whatever he pleased in that situation.
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The cars pulled into the driveway of the Archives. Crane slammed the door, half expecting Abbie to come from the other side. He knew it was not good for him to think this, but he would never stop waiting for her in his mind. He'd hold the door open for memories, he'd wait hours for a ghost to eat dinner. Every morning, he would still say, "Good morning, Lieutenant," as if a voice from behind would answer him.

Now he had a chance to get her back.

"What is this place?" Sarafina asked, causing Crane to end his soliloquy and face the truth of reality.

"This is the Archives. I am the chief historian here. It was a well of knowledge for the Lieutenant, Miss Jenny, and myself," he told her.

Sarafina nodded and followed him inside. He opened the doors and wistfully gazed upon the walls and walls of books and the resources that they had used numerous times.

To himself he whispered, "We would have lost many a battle if not for this place."

"If you don't mind, what was it that you guys did anyways?" Sarafina asked him, touching a piece of stone with figures engraved into it.

Anxiously, Crane grabbed it from under her hand. He could tell she was suspicious of the action, but he was too worried about the well being of the artifact.

"They were of a rather fantastical nature," Crane replied.

"So like beating up bad guys-"

"In a sense."

"What was the most exciting mission?" Sarafina implored, her eyes agleam with curiosity.

"We dealed mostly  with demons," Crane said.

Sarafina 'pfffft-ed' and said, "You're kidding, right?"

"I am not," Crane fingered through some books on the shelf nearest him. He turned and continued, "This town is a hot spot for activity." He pulled a volume from the shelf and sat with a swish of his coat. Gently, as if handling a child, he pulled open the cover of the book.

"What kind of activity?"

"Mythological creatures, demons, figures from lore, the occasional god." He clenched his jaw in suppressed anger as he remembered Pandora and her husband. Especially what they had cost him.

"So, you're actually serious..." Sarafina marveled aloud.

"Quite. I lost my partner to these creatures. You see, the Lieutenant and I are known as Witnesses. It falls to our lot to protect this town, and subsequently, the world. We have traveled to other planes of existence, banished many an evil, and even prevented an apocalypse."

"The tombstone," Sarafina remembered, "She bore witness."

"And while it may be hard to believe, I have actually been dead. I was killed a few hundred years ago by the headless horseman. Nearly four years ago, I was revived. That was how I came to know the Lieutenant."

Sarafina opened her mouth, then closed it, obviously at a loss for words, and confused about what to say.

"I obviously cannot wait centuries for my partner to return, so I must find a way to bring her back now," Crane emphasized his last statement, attempting to convey his point to Sarafina.

"How are you planning to do that?"

As opposed to answering her, Crane merely mumbled, partially to reassure himself, "The souls of the two witnesses are connected. I must have the ability to do something. She is not dead, Abbie is not dead. I am certain of it."

Sarafina remained silent, allowing the phrase to hang in the air, the whisper still in Crane's ears.

Certain.

Crane did not know where this blind faith was coming from, yet something in him kept saying that it's true, it's true, it's true. He could feel her soul still present, she was not gone.

"So if you want to get her back, shouldn't you have others help instead of a random, possibly mentally ill you just- oh..."

"What is it?" Crane glanced up at her, and noted the expression of realization on her face.

"Not all of them have Abigail Mills talking in their head. And not all of them feel as if they became her."

"You... you feel as if you've become her?" Crane asked?

"Um, yeah. I didn't mention that?"

"Interesting. This might be the key,"  he whispered.

They finally had a hint.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THAT I NEGLECTED UPDATING THIS FOR SO LONG! If any of you have been on my profile, then you know that I started another story that kind of got a lot of attention, so that became my main priority. I'll try to never leave this one alone for so long ever again. Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed! And for those of you that watched Season 4, what did you think?