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Cracelyn and Feulliage took Harlyn to the hospital, but they did not take him to the hospital that Jonathan was in. This seemed odd to Feulliage, but was as Cracelyn had directed. “Brother,” she wondered, “Why aren’t we going to the Bluesky hospital? It is much closer." “Never mind,” Cracelyn replied absently. “I just don't want to go to that hospital” Looking at the stranger, Feulliage said, “Boy,” as she did not yet know his name, “my instinct tells me that, in your short life, you have experienced much. Would you tell me a bit about yourself, where you have been, and what you have seen?” At fifteen years of age, Feulliage was warm hearted and outgoing. Her beautiful eyes were friendly and curious. Harlyn though, had a fever, thus he was tired and had no strength to do much talking. W