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Jem moved away from the window and to the shoves in an attempt to look for a newer book, preferably something that would give him an idea of what year it was. “Let’s hope we can find what I need. But I’ll be fine for now.” He pulled down a book and flipped a few of the first pages until he found the page with the publication dates. “I have no idea if there is a new book or not, but this book says it was published in 2020.” Jem looked up from the book. “2020? Will, how did this happen? What if this is an old book and we’re further in time?”
“We will find it,” he stated firmly, following him to the shelves. He’d do what he had to if it meant getting what Jem needed. He looked over his Parabatai’s shoulder to read the page, brows furrowing. “That it does-- don’t ask me! I’m just as lost as you, Jem. If we go outside, maybe we can find a newspaper; that’s bound to have the correct year, isn’t it?”
