As he adjusted the angle of the camera, the train slammed to a stop. The phone went flying out of Bones’ hand into the air. Bones frantically batted at it, bouncing it back into the air, but it slipped past his outstretched fingers and hurtled toward the train floor.

I watched, unable to get myself to move; it was like watching a horror movie come to life. If that phone broke and we lost the time travel app, Bones would be a goner. 

The phone was only inches from the floor, and it was as if it were happening in slow motion. I imagined the phone screen busting into a million tiny pieces—our hope of finding a cure for cancer smashed with it—but at the last second, Bones stuck out his foot and his size fourteen, black Chucky T connected with it, sending the phone flying back up in the air and over his shoulder.

Somehow, his last-minute save had unfrozen me. I dove, catching the phone just as it was about to crash into the hard plastic seat behind us. A cheer filled the air. Apparently, everyone in our car had watched the whole debacle. 

Bones broke into laughter and cheered along with them. He thought this was all very amusing. “What a great catch, Lump!”

The train shook and began approaching the platform at the next stop. “Lump, this subway driver is worse than that guy in the Range Rover who almost ran me over on my record run to your house on the Basket Barge.” 

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