After practice was over, Brett caught a ride home from one of the other kids, showered, and went to his room. He stared at his phone, waiting for it to ring. He couldn’t wait to talk to Ally, but his eagerness was curbed by his apprehension. He had no idea what to say to such an extremely good looking girl. Brett’s phone rang. He stood up and walked to the window. “Hello?” “Brett? Hey, it’s Ally,” came the soft voice on the other end. “Hey, how’s it goin’?” “Okay. Is this still a good time for a quick chat?” “Yeah, yeah,” he replied. “Cool. So how awesome is this class?” “Pretty sweet so far.” “I know. Have you told anyone about it?” “No way. You?” “No,” Ally replied. “I want to though.” “Me, too.” “So,” she lowered her voice. “How in the world are we going to stop the Titanic from sinking?” “Beats me. I mean, we can just tell someone to change course, can’t we?” “No. Remember that warning? We can’t tell anyone who we are or where we came from.”
