“What do you think, Lump? Do you think the time travel cured me? Maybe it had left before we even used the LightYear app and we didn’t know it!” 

I didn’t understand how Bones could talk about cancer as if it were as normal as eating potato chips. 

Bones looked at me and I realized he was waiting for me to answer. The problem was, I had no answer. I wish I had an explanation, that way we’d know for sure what had worked so Bones could live a long, happy, cancer-free life. 

“Maybe,” I said, mulling it over, “the app’s flash zapped it out of you. Remember the intense heat that shot through your whole body when it happened?’ 

He gave me a huge smile. “That was so cool, Lump. Like the warm sun on your back, except everywhere!” 

I didn’t know if my answer was actually right, but my brain wasn’t ready to consider the possibility that if we traveled back to our time the cancer would come back. Bones had been wrestling this cancer for too long; he deserved to have some hope in his life. 

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