Bones saw the Barge too and walked over to it, his hands up in the air, celebrating. "Lump, someone cleaned my bike while we were in New York City—awesome!"

He unlocked our bikes and hopped on the Barge. The last time I saw him this happy was the day he got his own cell phone.    

I walked over to grab my bike too and spotted a police officer in the distance. He was heading our way, and apparently, he had gotten invited to the costume party too because his uniform looked like it was from forty years ago.

     The train in front of us whistled and pulled out of the station. It looked normal, but the station itself was completely different. But why was it different? My head was pounding trying to figure it out.

     I looked down at the phone in Bones' hand to check the date, but it only had a spinning wheel on the screen, like it was trying to connect to the Internet but couldn't.  We were supposed to go back to the beginning of the day and now the dumb phone wouldn't even tell me where we were . . . actually, more like when we were.

     I hopped on my bike, and the flash of the bright yellow banana seat must have caught the police officer's eye because he yelled out, "Hey, you boys, why aren't you in school?"

Oops.

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