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    “Ugh!” McKenzie covered her face with her hands. Starting tomorrow, no more racing—no nothing. What did she care if Hayes could see the box? Or even touch it. Particles wouldn’t follow him. Nothing would happen…
    McKenzie’s hands drifted slowly to her lap. Hayes was already reaching for the box.
    Or would it?
     
     
     

Chapter 5
    FBI TRANSCRIPT 21203
    Agent Wink Krumm and Principal B.R. Provost
Tuesday, April 14th
    KRUMM : For the record, please.
    PROVOST : B.R. Provost, Principal of Avondale High School.
    KRUMM : And B.R. would stand for—
    PROVOST : I’d rather not say.
    KRUMM : You’d rather not say?
    PROVOST : It’s embarrassing.
    KRUMM : Ahhhh …but it is for the record. The official record.
    PROVOST : Bewfordios—
    KRUMM : Bew-for-dios?
    PROVOST : But, you may call me Principal Provost.
    ***
    DAYDREAMS & DILLY-DALLYING
    Monday, March 16th
    H ow in Concentric’s name did I blunder into this?
    Mary Boncher, head librarian and volunteer coordinator, had grabbed Principal Provost’s wheelchair as he left the band room, spinning him in the direction of the student resource center and gently, but firmly, reminded him of his promise to attend this year’s volunteer brunch. An affront not another human being within a thousand-miles would dare to commit.
    He’d texted Miss Chantos to have McKenzie remain in his office. Meanwhile, he was stuffed between Mrs. Snipe and Ms. Nimrev, Avondale’s most enthusiastic busybodies, listening to a five-minute testimony on each and every volunteer’s efforts throughout the school year.
    Time, he thought , I’ve wasted too much of it. Loonocks have gone by and I haven’t located Revolvos. Blast the old cir , wouldn’t it be just like him to be dead.
    Mary Boncher’s mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, as a stream of unimaginative words spewed forth. Principal Provost thought about McKenzie. What could he possibly say to convince a fourteen-year-old Earthling that her destiny lay on a tiny planet in another solar system light-years away, saving a race of beings she knew nothing about? He shook his head. Plenty! But nothing that sounded sane.
    If only Revolvos were here!
    Mary Boncher continued to talk. Open and close. Open and close. Principal Provost’s eyes mimicked the action. Open and close. Open and close. Revolvos, where are you? Open and close. Open and close. Open and…
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    “What are you mumbling about, Bewfordios?”
    “Don’t call me—WHAT? REVOLVOS? How did you get here? Oh dear, where IS here?
    “It would appear that we’re in a cave.”
    Principal Provost stared at his old mentor. Revolvos seemed to be in front of him, hovering immediately out of reach. Stranger still, he was hovering in some sort of reclining lounge chair. Revolvos, however, was right; they did appear to be in a cave. A dark, damp and…hummm, slightly sweet smelling cave. He had a vague notion that all this should surprise him. But why? Then it came to him, “I’m SUPPOSED to be in the library.”
    “Perhaps you’ve fallen asleep,” said Revolvos.
    “I’m dreaming? But I’m still in my wheelchair.”
    “An outdated version by the look of it. I really should fix you up with one of our—”
    “Yes, yes, of course, I AM dreaming!” said Provost. “It’s the only logical explanation. And that means you’re either dead or—”
    “DEAD!” Revolvos looked outraged. “Of course, I’m not dead. Stop gaping, you make me feel as if I’m three hundred loonocks old.”
    “Oh, you’re far older than that,” said Principal Provost. Although, the Revolvos who hovered in front of him didn’t look any older than the last time he’d seen him, which was over a hundred Earth years ago. But, of course, this was a dream, so why should he look older?
    “What do you want, Bewfordios?”
    “Stop calling me that. You know I prefer Provost. Anyway, this is my dream. ‘What do I want?’ Why…to get to the office and tell McKenzie about—wait! This