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her a long, loose shirt to sleep in. "Good night," she said.
"Abby . . ." He hesitated. "Look, there's a lot I want to understand, but I'll ask just one thing tonight. How did you know the water was rising like that?"
The vision of the flood had come to her suddenly, as all of her visions generally didalthough without the usual dizziness first. In that regard, it was similar to the urgent impression of danger she had felt before. But this man already seemed to regard her as too many others had: either crazy or evil. She certainly could not tell him about her premonitions. "My hearing is very keen," she said, and then she closed the door.
She did not change clothes immediately. Instead she felt drawn outside. Hearing Mike in the bathroom, she slipped out of the cabin.
Her inner voice told her that the stars were in the looser configuration of her vision the night she had believed she saw through another's eyes. She pulled the robe around her against the desert's chill. She was tired; she should go inbut her special sense held her there.
She was unsurprised when Mike joined her. He no longer seemed upset but terribly, terribly sad.
"It's very beautiful here," she said.
"Yes." But he was staring at her in the moonlight, and not at the stars. She felt herself flush.
Both watched the sky for a momentand Abby suddenly felt as though she had recaptured the vision she had had those nights ago. Now,

 
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