Yogi looked confused, but he still smiled and waved goodbye.

     I wasn't confused. I was more perplexed. While the Ridgewood we were in seemed very familiar, the time was definitely way off.  And the only way to find out how far off we were was to look at the LightYear app.

     I held up the phone to check the app again. Bones yelled back at me, "Lump! Are you coming?" He was stopped on the street, waiting for me to catch up. Even Bones looked different in this place. Where in the world were we?    

I checked the phone and—finally—the spinning wheel had gone and somehow we were connected.

What I saw, though, was not good news. I felt the blood drain out of my face, and my head felt so heavy it was like it had been dipped in cement. I could still hear Bones calling my name, telling me it was time to go, but I couldn't get my brain to tell my head to look up. I couldn't believe it—how had we gotten the transport so wrong? I stared at the numbers on the screen.

1-9-7-8 . . . 1978.

We hadn't gone back four hours. We had gone back forty years.

Listen to the Challenge!

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