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them clues to the present.
    “True,” Derick said. He bit his lip.
    “Well, I guess we should focus on stopping whatever crazy thing is supposed to happen during the Race,” Carol said.
    “ Concordo ,” Rafa agreed. “And if we are invited, I believe we should even participate in it. That may give us a better perspective of what is happening.”
    If they were invited. Abby didn’t like that if.
    “If the Race is dangerous, I’m not sure I want you to participate,” Rafa’s mother confessed.
    Rafa pulled another stray stand of dark hair behind his ear that had fallen out of his ponytail. “But if you and other adults are watching the competition really closely, we need people on the inside,” he argued. “The more eyes, the more we might be able to catch on to what Muns may have planned.”
    “I’ll think about it,” Rafa’s mother said. She didn’t seem in any hurry to let her son do anything that might be remotely dangerous.
    “We still don’t know what we’re looking for,” Abby pointed out. “It could be that unless we can see into the future, we’ll never know if we’ve stopped that terrible future from happening.”
    Abby looked over at her brother, who looked away.
    • • •
     
    “5:32. That’s a whole two minutes late,” the nurse said. She stood in the white, sterilized lobby, a hall containing several doors stretching away behind her. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to come.”
    “I had a meeting,” Abby explained.
    “I’m teasing you.” The nurse laughed and gave Abby a hug. She was really touchy-feely like that. Abby didn’t mind though. She was grateful to have someone so loving taking care of those in the med unit. “They’re waiting for you.” The nurse gestured toward the hall behind her.
    “Any changes?” Abby asked, moving toward the hall. She could always hope.
    “Nope. Sorry. They’re still waiting for just the right moment.”
    “I hope it’s soon,” Abby said as she passed the nurse. She walked down the hall, passing two rooms she had been in before—rooms that held other teachers she knew. She visited them at times, but it was the last door on the right she opened most often. She always had to steel herself for what she was about to see. Abby took a deep breath and stepped in.
    There were three beds in the room. Not just any kind of bed, but beds that rotated. They were designed to move those who were in them, to keep them from getting bedsores and to help them heal.
    Abby looked at both her parents and her grandfather. All of them were hooked up to tubes that kept them hydrated and nourished while their bodies were comatose. They had been unconscious since Katarina had attacked them with tranquilizers.
    “Hey, everyone,” Abby said, hoping they could hear her. “I’m back.” She walked over and held her mother’s hand. The nurse kept her hair combed and her clothes cleaned, but there was no life, no laugh, nothing. “I miss you.” She glanced at her dad, who was usually so quick to tease and fast to flash a smile; now he lay dull and motionless. Her grandpa, whose mustache and beard made him look like a safari hunter ready for an adventure, looked cold and nearly fake—like a mannequin someone had made to remember the great inventor. “All three of you.” She swallowed a few times. “I really hope you’ll wake up soon, because . . .” She looked around to make sure she had closed the door and the nurse was nowhere around to overhear. She spoke softer. She told them all about Derick’s saturn and the message. Then she waited. She was hoping for one of them to twitch, to raise a finger, anything. Maybe if they knew they were needed it could bring them back to consciousness. She sat in silence for several minutes.
    “I mean, the nurse says you’ll be fine.” Abby brushed away a tear. “It’s just a matter of time. But if we don’t stop Muns, then Derick . . .” Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t think about it for