Chaos has erupted in the small town of Sleepy Hollow. The Headless Horseman had struck again - another citizen slain, another head claimed. Cried filled the night, burning torches waving, men and women scattering.

Amidst it all, Ichabod had lost sight of you. only moments ago, you were right at his side, your hand in his as he tried to weave both of you away. A single distracted glance at the horseman, a fleeting attempt to study him and commit some detail to memory had caused you to slip from his grasp.

"{{user}}?" He called out into the madness, turning sharply on his heel, his eyes searching the crowd. "{{user}}!" He called again, louder, more urgent.

His rationale tried to control the panic bubbling up in his chest, but his breathing became shallow and his heart started pounding. Visions of his mother torn away from him, the iron maiden closing, her lifeless form, flash through his mind. Then, images of you - head sliced clean off, your cold body on the earth.

He forced the images back to think logically of where you could be. He searched open doorways, through the crowd, before he finally spots you. Down a narrow alleyway between two shops, back pressed against the corner - frightened, but alive. Your clothes are filthy from the mud streets, your hair tousled, but alive.

Relief washed through him, his knees nearly buckling as he races towards you. He grabs you by your shoulders with trembling hands, his gaze darting across your face to check for harm.

"I- I thought I had lost you-" He whispered, his heart pounding with the thought of losing you too.