Elana~

May 28 Abigail~

William & Jeremy told me that we only have a few more days ‘til we reach Oregon. I can’t wait to get off this wagon!

Elana~

I can’t wait til we get off this trail!! I’ll be so glad to be able to have warm water and continue my medical practices.

May 29 Abigail~

It’s very hot & still no water. Close to Oregon.

Elana~

Ditto, there are also a lot of mosquitos!

May 30 Abigail~

Ditto & Jeremy &William say that we should reach Oregon in 2 days. I can’t wait!

Elana~

Ditto & I am also very excited!!!!!

May 31 Abigail ~

Elana is acting very strangely today. I wonder why? Maybe she is just excited. More when we reach Oregon.

Elana~

I have noticed all the beautiful birds in the scenery. And to think they fly so high!! I wonder if people can fly that high? I’ll write more later!

June 1- William

I should be excited and glad that we can already see Oregon. Should be, but the horror that is running through my body stops the joy dead in its tracks. How could I have been so Stupid? I knew Elana needed me! But did I help her? No. I’ve replayed last night over and over in my mind, so I might as well replay my memory one more time... It was a fairly normal night. Jeremy and I were talking by the camp fire, and Elana and Abigail were washing dishes. Or so I thought, until I heard an ear-piercing scream. I jolted upright and ran toward the scream, and there I stopped. I just stopped. My brain was slurred and terror controlled my muscles. Abigail was screaming and Elana was slashing her arms around wildly. She was screaming things like, "You always got all the attention!" and "I was always the proper one, who was supposed to be perfect!". But the one phrase that really registered was, "So now you’re gonna fly, Abbie! Like the birds. Up, up, up..." Every time she yelled "Up!" she inched closer to Abigail. And Abigail stepped backwards, edging nearer and nearer and nearer to the edge of the cliff we were camping by. I tried to move. Tried to get to Elana so I could hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. But I couldn’t move until Abigail was centimeters from falling to her violent death. I ran, ran until I was a few feet from Elana. I called to her. Told her I was sorry, but all she did was look at me, a vague expression on her face. Then she started to cry and then just sob, and I went to her and told her everything was going to be okay. I don’t remember what Jeremy was doing, or what happened to Abigail. All I know is that she didn’t die. So now, I’m in my tent, writing my last entry. And Elana is next to me sleeping, and occasionally saying my name and Abigail in her sleep. I don’t know what will happen next, and to tell the truth, I don’t really want to know. As long as I help Elana. . .

Epilogue

William-

(5 months later)

I am in England. I live in a big Victorian house now, with my wife, Elana. It’s great here, and Elana is doing just fine. I guess there isn’t really that much to say.

I don’t know where Abigail is, or how she is doing. I don’t want to mention her around Elana. I’m in fear that the name Abigail will stir up too many bad memories. (For me and for her). I’ve also written to Jeremy many times, but he rarely responds to my letters.

Elana is an inventor. Well, sort of. She has many crazy ideas. But no matter what they are, she always sends them off to a publishing company. Some of them are even being worked on.

As for me, I’m into journalism. Imagine that! I can’t believe there was ever a time when I hated to write!

Elana is calling me, so I better end this entry.