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A cry sounded from below. Hunwet, bent over, motioned to them, and they rushed to join him.
Lucy's voice was full of hope. "Did you find something of Abby's?"
But all he had found were rocks bulging with ancient fossils. "She was lost by magic," he said.
Unwilling to believe, the couple began their search once more. As daylight waned, all three returned to the Wynne wagon, where Lucius could barely lift his head. "Please," he begged, his voice small and weak, "find my daughter."
"Go on," Abby shouted. "Save yourselves." But somehow she knew the distance was too great for them to hear heror for her to find them.
She sat upand realized she had been dreaming. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Papa, Lucy, don't worry about me," she whispered mournfully. Surely her dream had been like that of an ordinary person: born of concern, not vision. After that wonderful, terrible storm, her family could no longer be thirstycould they?
"Abby?" Mike Danziger's large form in the doorway nearly hid the light from the room behind. "Are you all right?"
She could not answer; she had begun to sob.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her. Large hands gently pressed her face to his bare, firm chest, and she felt the warmth of his body against her. The softness of his chest hair tickled her nose, and she nearly sneezed through her tears, but stopping the involuntary reaction helped her regain control.

 
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