Josh said, glaring impatiently up at Danny. “I’ll never see anything if you keep waving it about!” He bent his head back to the lens of the microscope that he’d placed on the air hockey table and peered again at the magnified marble, held between Danny’s magnified thumb and forefinger. On the way back through the woods, they’d squinted at the small glass orb time and time again, trying hard to work out if it was anything but a perfectly ordinary marble. The ribbon of colored glass threading through its core was blue this time, but aside from that it seemed very unexciting—considering they’d both nearly been eaten alive trying to find it. But Danny was convinced it was something very important to their “destiny,” so Josh dug out his microscope as soon as they got back to their bedroom. “Well, it’s very clear glass,” he murmured as he looked again. “Better quality glass than my normal marbles, I think.” He’d studied lots of his things under his microscope over the years.
