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Jimmy was taken many weeks ago, stung by a bee.
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Abby insisted that she be left alone to treat him while I went for water and assistance. I was near hysteria. All I saw was that Abby reached into an unfamiliar bag she carried, but I could not see what she extracted. Yet by the time I returned in mere minutes, Arlen, though weak, was better.
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Dearest Abby had been most distraught that she had had no visions to warn of Jimmy's malady and that she could do nothing for him. She would not reveal what she learned in the interim to help Arlen, but I give thanks to God that she learned it.
Abby was fearful that she had already missed the opportunity to save Arlen. The journal stated she had been lost for nearly two weeks, but nearly a month had passed in this time. But the two need not coincide. Surely she would return to the right time to save Arlen. Didn't the journal say so?
She examined it further, hoping to discover that she had somehow disappeared once more. That would signify that she had been able to return to this time. But most of the remaining journal pages were stuck together and the few that weren't were water-smeared and illegible. Yet at the very end, she'd been able to separate a few pages. On one of the last were the telling words:

 
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