But Yogi didn’t respond; he was still staring at Stevie’s phone. He was holding it in the palm of his hand, as if he were weighing it.

“You know, boys . . .” He sounded lost in thought. “If this got into the wrong hands . . . well, I don’t even know what would happen, to be honest. I’m just not smart enough to even understand the consequences. It’s 1978 and I’m pretty sure this thing hasn’t even been thought of, never mind invented. It’s gonna be real important to keep this to yourselves until we figure out how to get you back.”

Yogi carefully handed the phone back to Bones. He was serious. 

“Promise,” Bones said, and he slipped it back into his pocket. 

Yogi nodded, then he cracked a giant smile and said, “But until then, there’s plenty of time for school, boys!” 

Bones pumped his fist and looked at me; I shook my head and said, “What kid gets excited about going to school, no matter what year it is!” 

G barked at Bones. 

I nodded at G. “You got that right, girl.” 

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