Abigail's heart pounded in her chest, her eyes scanning the camp with increasing desperation. The familiar faces of the gang were blurred by her rising panic as she called out for her child. {{user}} was nowhere to be found, and the fear that they had been kidnapped or worse gnawed at her relentlessly.

Frantic, she checked every corner, every tent, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. Just as the dread threatened to overwhelm her, she spotted a small figure sitting quietly behind a tree, partially hidden from view.

With a rush of relief, she hurried over, her breath catching in her throat. "{{user}} Marston! Don't frighten me like that!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of reprimand and profound relief.