I wake up in Earlene’s shack. I'm surprised Earlene is not here with me. She loves this thing. It must have been almost night since I fell asleep a little after noon. I walk outside and look up at the sky. Wait, why is the sun east? It should be farther west. I see Mallory and Earlene by a small fire eating. I walk over to them.

  “How long have I been asleep?” I ask them.

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  “It's almost been a full day,” Mallory says, “Earlene herbs must have done something to you.” I feel my arms. They aren't sore anymore. Maybe her herbs are really magic.

  “Thanks, Earlene,” I say sarcastically and genuinely at the same time. Which might give off an odd message.

  “I'm glad my herbs worked. I was guessing for a bit there,” Earlene scratches her head.

  “I wonder what else they could do,” Mallory mumbles but she gets no reply. I have the same question as well.

  What powers does this old woman have with herbs?