“Besides, why even bother trying to figure it all out right now, Bones?” I said, purposefully keeping my voice light. “I mean, one minute we’re on a train in New York, and the next minute we’re forty years back in time. Who could understand that?” 

“You’re right, Lump. We should just enjoy this while we’re here.” 

“Enjoy” wasn’t the word I had in mind, but leave it to Bones to interpret it that way. 

We hung a right onto Main Street, keeping to busy streets in case the Goon Squad came looking for us again—then at least we’d have some witnesses if they tried bullying us. 

The sidewalk was busy, people were out and about, and I couldn’t help but stare at them. They looked so different than the people in our time. Sure, their clothes were outrageously colorful and they all had huge, popped collars that looked like airplane wings, but there was something else different about them that I couldn’t quite put my finger on and it was bothering me. 

I stopped mid-stride. Maybe if I could stand still for a second, my brain would figure it out. 

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