Pleased to meet you | Tabitha & Ichabod
Abbie had not only arranged the meeting between Ichabod and his descendant; she had been kind enough to drop him off in front of the house as well. She'd left her eye phone behind so that he could call her when he was ready to be picked up (or if he needed to flee early because it wasn't going well, but Ichabod had wisely kept that sort of thinking to himself. After all, there was no reason to be nervous. It was just his...great-great-great...several generations of great-granddaughter.)
Squaring his shoulders, he made his way up the porch, raising his hand to rap his knuckles against the door. All the while, he tried to quell the nervous somersaulting of his stomach. What would she be like? Would she look like Katrina? Was she like Katrina? He had many questions for young Tabitha Crane.