I pulled Stevie’s phone out of my pocket. That spinning thing was still on the screen. Nothing—no connection to the app. None of this made any sense, except that we weren’t just starting the day over, we were starting in a completely different time. 

Bones was still staring at the sign in amazement, but I heard the police sirens getting closer. We needed to get off the road in a hurry. I peddled hard toward the opening of the chain-link fence that was just beyond the Yard’s lot. Thank god Bones followed me.

Just as we edged our way through the opening, a police car flew by us, its lights flashing. We were still standing there on our bikes when a voice boomed behind us and I nearly toppled off my banana seat.

“Hey, boys! You look like you’ve never seen junk!” 

The big voice appeared in person next to us. He gestured at the sign and said, “Whaddya think? I made it myself!”

He was an enormous man. He had to have weighed close to three hundred pounds and he had on overalls that looked like they hadn’t been washed in about twenty years and a T-shirt that hadn’t been washed in thirty. He was bald and his head was shiny, probably from being in the sun all day. I wasn’t good at guessing people’s ages, but this giant couldn’t have been more than thirty-five years old. 

I glanced over at Bones to ask him if we should run for it, but his mouth was hanging open and out of it came only one word: “Yizzzzza.”

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