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come.”
    “This does sound like an exception,” Carol said.
    “I know it sounds good,” Rafa’s mother said. “But I agree with Abby. I don’t think that’s what Oscar Cragbridge would want.”
    “You’re right,” Derick agreed. “Plus we may mess something else up. What if knocking Muns off track somehow affects Grandpa and he doesn’t complete his inventions, or he never starts this school, or what if it sends him on a wrong course and it affects my dad, who never meets my mom, and then Abby and I never exist. And that’s just my family. It could mess up a lot more than that.”
    “We should at least wait and talk to my grandpa about it when he wakes up,” Abby suggested, hoping to stall everyone before they did something rash.
    Everyone eventually agreed, though Carol volunteered one more time to punch Muns in the face if there was ever a need.
    “In the meantime,” Rafa’s mother said, raising her goggles and resting them on the top of her head, “we should warn the administrators about the Race. Have them double-check everything. Maybe even cancel it.”
    Derick grimaced and Rafa frowned.
    Boys. They obviously still wanted to compete in the games.
    Carol raised her hand to signal that she was about to talk. “But we can’t really just say, ‘Hey, we got a message from the future, so you need to cancel your games.’”
    “You’re right,” Rafa’s mother agreed. “And the Race is the most popular event all year. I know Mr. Sul was looking forward to it, to draw attention away from our last security threat.” She thought for a moment. “I’ll say I heard a rumor that something unsafe may happen in the Race. That should both protect our secrets and alert security. They’re interested in any leads of possible danger.”
    “And maybe let’s tell Mr. Sul as well,” Abby suggested. “Even though I’m still not sure how well we can trust him.”
    Everyone nodded.
    “I just wish we could ask the girl from the future,” Derick said. “Talk to her. Get some straight answers.”
    “Maybe we can,” Abby said.
    The group fell into silence.
    Abby continued. “I know we’ve all been thinking it ever since we learned the last secret. When we put three keys into the Bridge, we can interact with the past. When we add three spheres, we can interact with the present. What’s the logical next step?”
    “The future,” Carol whispered in reverence. “Whoa. Mind blown.” She pulled her blonde hair back with her hands then fell back onto a chair.
    “That is some serious stuff,” Rafa said.
    “If I could see the future,” Carol said. “I’d check out my wedding day. I bet I have a gorgeous dress. Oh, and I’d want to know who the groom is.” She winked at Derick. “I bet it’ll either be Derick or that beautiful tan boy in the movie about the girl who fell in love with a troll and started an interspecies war. I think it was a sci-fi Romeo and Juliet. Or maybe Gavin from history class, or the guitarist for The Deskjob Rebellion . ”
    “Something tells me that if the Bridge can be used to see the future, we shouldn’t use it to see who you are going to marry,” Rafa said.
    “Why not?” Carol asked. “That way I wouldn’t waste my time flirting with other boys.”
    “By the way you act,” Abby said, “I’m not sure you think flirting is ever a waste of time.”
    “True,” Carol said, her eyes rolling to the side as she thought about it. “But if I knew who I was going to marry, then I could walk straight up to him and tell him that one day he’ll fall madly in love with me.”
    “Now we know for sure that you shouldn’t use the Bridge to see who you marry,” Derick said. “Nothing would scare a guy more.”
    “The problem is that Grandpa is unconscious,” Abby said, bringing them back on topic. “He can’t answer our questions or give us anything that might lead to the answer.” He had given them a locket to discover the secret of the past and a black box that gave