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When I woke up with a start, it took me several long moments to remember who I was. Abbie. I was Abbie Matsuda-Walsh, a fourteen-year-old girl in twenty-first century America. Not Saul Webster, the young man who lived in colonial Massachusetts. Though my own life seemed pretty bleak, I sighed with relief when I realized that I was myself and not Saul. I was here, lying in bed in our usual camp cabin, sunlight streaming in through the windows. I was not in the woods. I was not surrounded by glowing eyes.
Yet I had just been Saul. I had seen everything he’d seen, heard everything he’d heard, and felt everything he’d felt. While I was unconscious, I had experienced a piece of his life, an event that had changed him forever. I didn’t know why it had happened, but I had just lived through
