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who knew more than anybody else.
    â€œMaybe he really is eighty-some years old, and he got turned back into a kid, just like Mom and Dad,” Jordan said frantically, trying out a new theory. “But me—I’m thirteen. I was born thirteen years ago! I—”
    â€œQuit embarrassing yourself,” Katherine muttered, digging her elbow into Jordan’s ribs. And this was so much like the normal Katherine, the one he was used to, that Jordan managed to bite down on his lip and keep from screaming anything else.
    â€œThe two of us are both thirteen, but we were both born more than eighty years ago,” Jonah said, still in that freakishly calm voice. But Jordan thought maybe the other kid wasn’t as calm as he sounded: He wouldn’t quite meet Jordan’s eyes. “The reason you don’t remember the nineteen thirties, Jordan, is because our enemies kidnapped you when you were only a year and a half old. And then they un-aged you and brought you to this time period. They kidnapped me, too. And a bunch of other kids.”
    Jordan jerked his gaze accusingly toward JB—hadn’t JB said that he’d last seen Jordan when Jordan was only a year and a half old?
    â€œIt wasn’t me!” JB protested. “It was two men named Gary and Hodge.”
    â€œThey were collecting famous missing children from history, to take far into the future to be adopted by families who would pay them a lot of money,” Angela added.
    â€œI’m famous?” Jordan asked incredulously. He turned to his parents and squinted at them in confusion. “And you paid time-traveling kidnappers to get me?”
    â€œWe didn’t know anything about the time travel or the kidnapping until . . .” Mom glanced at the kitchen clock. “Until about an hour ago.”
    â€œBut—this is weird—it’s like I can’t remember exactly how your adoption worked,” Dad said, wrinkling up his nose in a confused squint. “It’s like we went through one procedure with Jordan, and a different procedure with Jonah, but it was all at the same time. . . . Why would we have done the adoptions separately?”
    â€œBecause the two of us were in different dimensions, and you remember both of them,” Jonah said.
    â€œYour brain is probably trying to fuse the memories from both dimensions together,” JB said. “It’s only because you’re in the midst of other oddities that you can see the discrepancy.”
    He pulled out his phone— no, Elucidator, Jordan corrected himself—and glanced at it anxiously, as if hoping he’d gotten a message, maybe about Dad’s memory. JB grimaced. Did that mean he’d gotten bad news, or just no news at all? Jordan slid a little closer to JB and craned his neck, but he couldn’t see anything on the phone/Elucidator screen.
    JB raised his head and glanced suspiciously toward Jordan. To cover for his spying, Jordan quickly blurted, “Let’s go back to . . . am I famous?”
    â€œOh yeah, that’s right—Jonah, if you went back to the nineteen thirties, did you find out your original identity?” Chip asked curiously. “Yours and Jordan’s, I guess, if you’re twins. Are you royalty, like me and Alex and Daniella and Gavin? The secret children of someone famous, like Emily? Or someone who only became famous in the future, like Brendan and Antonio? Or—”
    â€œWe’re nobodies,” Jonah said, and for the first time he didn’t sound calm. His voice was tight. “We were just fakes Gary and Hodge usedto try to fool people. To fool Charles Lindbergh and to fool the people who wanted to adopt famous kids from history and”—he darted a quick glance at Jordan and then, just as quickly, looked away—“to fool me .”
    Somehow he said the last part as though it were Jordan’s fault. Jordan wanted to protest: