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The last time she was seen, Caroline was headed across the bridge in a snowstorm, carrying a dark blue umbrella. 

It all began the day that the three strange figures approached the farm. 

Their parents were wondering why they hadn't made it home from school yet. 

Then he took the pen in hand, and this is what he wrote. 

Seeing the boat, he suddenly knew two things--first, that there was a way off this strange island, and second, that he was no longer alone. 

Slowly, methodically, she isolated the virus.

There, in the high meadow where he had ridden his horse every summer, it rose from the wood. 

Hi there!