Sitting here on an unfamiliar sofa, in an unfamiliar house, in an unfamiliar time, everything just feels so WRONG. I find Zebby and hug him tight, breathing in his comforting smell – the only familiar thing in this entire world. Except Lucy. She’s the only person I know here, and the only person who understands what’s happened to me. But she’s the last person I want to talk to. She lied to me. She treated me like a child, not her friend. Especially not like her mother. Mother. My throat swells. I miss Ma and Pa so much. What if I never see them again? But wait – maybe I can see them! I’ve only travelled forward a few decades after all; maybe they’re still around, still at the same address. I grab the phone and quickly dial the one number I know off by heart, then cross my fingers tight. ‘Hello,’ a familiar voice says.
