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Chapter Three: The Caravan

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"Oh, that's terrible! I mean, I had known that Penny was sick, but I didn't know that she had cancer !" said Mrs. McBain. She gave my hand a tight squeeze, and then released it. "If there's anything we can do..."

"There's one thing," I said. Both Mrs. McBain and her recovering husband looked up at me. "Look after my momma. Make her nice meals, give her hugs, and send a letter to the followers if anything happens. I hope I won't be gone for long, but if I don't come back..." I thought for a moment. "Look for help. If you can't find any, at least make her comfortable."

Mr. and Mrs. McBain shared a look that suggested they were worried about me. "Of course, I'm sure that ain't gonna happen. I just like to plan for the worst!" Mr. McBain smiled at me from his bed.

"I appreciate that kind of thinking, son. Things can go to hell in a handbasket pretty quick," said the Sheriff. His wife glared at him.

"He's not going to die, Kurt! Don't you suggest that kind of thing!"

"I wasn't suggesting nothin! Just saying that it's good to have a plan- it's a staple of being a good doctor, or so I hear," said Mr. McBain, looking at me again. I forced a laugh.

"Yeah, I guess it is! Now, you two, can you do that? Can you look after my mom for a few weeks?" Immediately, Mrs. McBain nodded. Mr. McBain gave a thumbs up.

"Of course, Isaac! It's the least we can do, really," said Mrs. McBain. I smiled.

"Thank you," I replied, and headed for the door. Mom might come looking for me soon, and this'd be one of the first places she'd check.

"Wait, Isaac- do you want to call your mom before you leave?" suggested Mrs. McBain, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shook my head.

"No. Well, yes, but I'm afraid that she'll change my mind." I hung my head. I didn't want to pass up the opportunity, but I needed to do this. I suspected that I was going to have to make a lot of these kinds of choices in the near future. "Thank you though. I'll try to repay you somehow when I get back."

"Isaac, dear, you already have."

I smiled at that. "If you say so." A cloud of dust blew in around my legs as I opened the door. "See you folks soon- tell Mom I said goodbye, and that I love her!"