Three years. He's been gone for three years now. They say only time can heal you. Well, time got him into this mess.
Yesterday was history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that's why we call it present.
Yesterday was history. Of course it is if he's been outside the flow of time for three years. Although it only felt like mere hours. His yesterday is the world's three years ago. What's gone is gone. He'll never get those lost years back.
Tomorrow is a mystery. Do his parents still remember him? Do they still love him? It's been three years. Do they hate him for disappearing? You never know what will happen with him. His life is always filled with suspense, unknowing. After all, life is never boring for a criminal mastermind.
Today is a gift. That's why we call it present. Back home at last! Tears of sorrow, tears of joy. All will be spilt. Their old lives await, bearing with them new things, as well. Twin brothers, new-found love, and family. Friends, allies; everything little thing is a gift to the soul.
Yesterday was history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that's why we call it present.
-Eleanor Roosevelt
These words embody the time stream experience that Artemis Fowl the Second endured.