James thudded in, bright red in the face and puffing. ‘I’m putting a lock on that door!’ snapped Tom. ‘Did I miss him?’ James gasped. ‘Do any of you kids know how to knock?’ Tom pushed past Charlie and went to his desk, rifling through his papers. ‘This is my home, you know. Do any of you think of that?’ ‘Sorry, Tom,’ said James. ‘You’re right.’ ‘Don’t see me bursting into your rooms,’ Tom muttered to himself. James pushed his hair off his face and fanned himself, panting. ‘Dad’s gone, I take it?’ ‘Yep,’ said Amelia. ‘How?’ ‘Good question,’ said Charlie. ‘What was that thing?’ ‘Teleporter,’ Tom sniffed. ‘The show-offs. They’ll want to be careful, zapping into Giza at sunrise with half the world’s film crews on standby.’ ‘A teleporter!’ James’s face broke into a goofy grin. ‘I wish I’d seen it. How does it work? It can’t be electrical, can it, with all this magnetic interference –’ Tom sighed. ‘Was there something you wanted, James?’ James shrugged and looked around Tom’s cottage.
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