Wraaawoo, wraaawoo, wraaawoo.
Startled by the strange noise, sixteen-year-old Jeff Watson paused the video game he and his friend Mitch Arnoldson were playing. He glanced around his bedroom. The late morning sunlight filtered between the blinds and highlighted the scattered clothes carelessly thrown on the beige carpet. He didn’t hear the noise again, so he shrugged it off and resumed the game.
Wraaawoo, wraaawoo, wraaawoo.
“What is that?” Mitch’s deep bass voice sounded more curious than concerned.
“It’s just my dork brothers screwing around.” Irritated by the interruption, Jeff knew he should go check on them, but he hadn’t been this far in the game, ever, and he didn’t want to ruin his streak of good luck. Living in Lake Havasu, Arizona, he’d looked forward to this spring break to do whatever he’d wanted, but this year, his parents had expected him to watch his younger brothers. His dad had told him it would help him be more responsible. Yeah, right. Jeff didn’t care what his brothers did, as long as they stayed in their room and left him alone.
Mitch set his game controller down. “I don’t know, dude, that sounded like some kind of animal.” He walked to the wall separating the bedrooms. Pushing his shoulder-length blond hair from his ear, he pressed the side of his face against the wall.
Wraaawoo, wraaawoo, wraaawoo. Thump, thump.
Mitch’s blue eyes widened. “What the hell is that?”
Jeff threw the game controller down in frustration. “It’s probably just the T.V.,” he mumbled. “I’ll be right back.” Tubular skylights in the ceiling directed the sunlight into the house, making the hallway so bright it hurt Jeff’s eyes. His sock’s slid on the slippery hardwood floor as he stomped down the brightly lit hallway to the bedroom that Riley and Wayne shared. “Listen, you little twerps,” he said as he threw open the door.
The room was dark with the blinds down, curtains closed, and lights off. Highlighted in the shaft of light coming in through the now open doorway, Riley’s laptop computer lay open in the middle of the floor with its screen black.
Jeff wondered why the computer wasn’t on the desk where it belonged. He’d expected to see the boys wrestling on the floor or jumping on one of the twin beds. Instead, the room looked empty. He squinted into the dim recesses for his two errant siblings.
From his left, something about the size of a pig shot out of the dark and slammed into Jeff’s legs. Jeff stumbled and almost fell. He grasped the door handle and managed to hold himself upright.
“Don’t let it get away,” ten-year-old Wayne yelled franticly as he made a dive out of the darkness for the creature’s legs. He missed by a fraction of an inch.
“Wraaawoo, Wraaawoo,” the creature squealed as it forced its way past Jeff.
Shocked, Jeff pushed the door open all the way and jumped away from it.
Riley, the klutzy twelve-year-old of the family, dashed after it. He tripped on Wayne’s legs and ended up sprawled on the floor next to Wayne. His glasses, knocked loose when he’d hit the floor, hung off one ear. “Catch it,” he shouted. “Don’t let it get away.”
Jeff momentarily froze in place, wondering what the hell was going on.
“Holy crap,” Mitch yelled from the other bedroom.
Oh, oh, Jeff thought as he ran to his room, if something gets broken, I’m gonna get blamed. Mom and Dad will punish me instead of my two bratty brothers. He came to a sliding stop in his bedroom doorway.
Mitch, standing in the middle of the room with his back to Jeff, held Jeff’s bedspread up like a matador’s cape. His tall, well-muscled body swayed slowly from side to side. As Jeff opened his mouth to speak, Mitch lunged forward and dove headfirst onto the floor. “Ah, ha, I caught ya,” he called out triumphantly. His muscles bulged as he wrapped his arms around the animal, thrashing violently under the blanket. Mitch wound his legs around the animal in an attempt to get it under control.
The creature squealed louder now, loud enough that Jeff worried the neighbors would hear it and come to investigate.
Mitch, with jaw clenched and blue eyes blazing, grunted and wrapped his long arms and legs tighter around the struggling thing. His determination to win the battle showed in the strain on his face.
“Good, you caught it,” said Riley, obviously relieved. He pushed his way past Jeff to stand over Mitch. His mussed brown hair and torn shirt appeared to be the only casualties of his scuffle with the creature.
Angrily, Jeff stepped forward and grabbed his arm. “The question is, you little twerp, what is it and why is it here? You know Mom and Dad don’t allow animals in the house.”
“Don’t worry,” Riley said as he wriggled out of Jeff’s grasp, “I’ll make sure it’s out of the house before they get home from work.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it, bro,” Wayne said, casually walking into the room and shutting the door behind him. Excitement glittered in his brown eyes. “We’ll take care of it.” A wannabe gangster this week, Wayne wore a white tank top, big baggy pants that hung halfway off his scrawny butt, and black-and-white tennis shoes. A baseball cap, its bill turned to the back, covered his unruly brown hair.
What a dweeb, Jeff thought as he watched Wayne walk next to Riley.
The thing under the blanket made a squealing noise similar to someone scraping fingernails down a blackboard.
“Keep your voices down,” Mitch said quietly. “If this thing’s like most animals, covering its head should calm it down.”
Riley knelt next to Mitch. He whispered, “Can you carry it to my room?”
“I heard that,” Jeff said loudly, causing the thing to start squirming again.
Mitch gave Jeff a dirty look. He shook his head at Riley. “No, I can’t carry him to your room, at least not until he’s calmed down more.”
Lowering his voice, Jeff said, “So, while that thing is calming down, why don’t you tell us what it is and where you got it?”
A what-now? look passed between Riley and Wayne.
“It’s a…science experiment for school,” Wayne quickly said.
Jeff clenched his fists and fought to stay calm. “That doesn’t tell me what it is.”
“It’s a cross between a dog and a pig,” Riley stated as he stood up then plopped down on the bed. “Some kind of genetic mutation.”
“Quit lying to me.” Jeff crossed his arms over his tattered t-shirt and glared at his brothers. “This isn’t some school project, so cut the crap and tell me what it really is and how you got it in the house.”
Riley fumbled guiltily with his glasses, while Wayne looked to Riley to come up with the answer.
As Jeff waited, he worried what would happen when their mom got home. It was Friday and she was coming home early from work to get ready for the trip she and Dad were taking this weekend to Las Vegas. Having an animal in the house was going to throw her into a tizzy-fit. He had to get rid of it. Right now, from what he could figure with his two tight-lipped brothers, his best option was to play the co-conspirator to loosen their tongues. “If you don’t tell me the truth, I can’t help you hide it from Mom.”
Riley jumped up with panic in his brown eyes. “Jeff, please, whatever you do, don’t tell Mom.”
Jeff had never seen Riley so shaken, but fortunately, he now had him right where he wanted him. “I promise I won’t tell her, but you have to tell me what it is and where you got it.”
“Okay.” Riley hesitated for a moment and glanced at Wayne. “It’s a baby…”
“No,” shouted Wayne, grabbing Riley’s arm. “You can’t tell him. You know what will happen if you do.”
Riley put his hands on Wayne’s bony shoulders. “We have to. We don’t have a choice. Who would you rather have find out about it…him or Mom and Dad?”
Wayne looked from Riley to Jeff and back again. With resignation on his face, Wayne dejectedly said, “Yeah, go ahead and tell him.”
“So, what is it?” Jeff asked again.
“I’ll be damned,” Mitch exclaimed in awe. He had set the thing down and was looking under the bedspread.
Wondering why he hadn’t thought to do that in the first place, Jeff stepped next to Mitch, knelt down, and peered under the cover. Plenty of light came in through the window for Jeff to see the animal, but it took a moment for him to register what he was seeing. He gasped in astonishment and shoved himself backward, landing on his butt.
Laughing, Mitch moved to the side.
From under the bedspread, a baby dinosaur peered out at Jeff.
Sydney Terrance Davis, “Terry” to his co-workers, sat back in his chair in Washington, DC, and tapped the end of his pencil against his lower lip as he stared at his computer screen. The clock read 2:30.
The evidence was right there in front of him: the kid had traveled through time. At least, that’s what his computer told him. Terry had linked his computer to the kid’s so that whenever the kid accessed a certain program named “Time Hackers,” Terry’s computer beeped.
The kid’s name was Riley Watson, a twelve-year-old boy from Arizona who’d hacked into DARPA’s computers eleven months earlier. Terry’s supervisors had confiscated Riley’s computer and had given it to Terry to search for any sensitive information Riley might have accessed. Terry spent several days figuring out the virtual path the kid had taken once he’d gotten into DARPA’s restricted areas. Luckily, most of the files the kid had explored weren’t very important, but one trail linked directly to Terry’s department. He was in charge of a highly secret program called Dark Wave, a program that dealt with time travel. It looked like the kid had managed to hack past Terry’s firewalls and get into some of his files.
Fortunately for Terry, he’d kept all his important files on a computer with no links to the internet. Being a hacker himself, Terry knew how easy it was to break into almost any computer, and he didn’t want anyone to get to his private files.
Two months after receiving Riley’s computer, Terry had struggled to open the folder called “Time Travel” on the kid’s computer.
Now, his mind wandered back to that frustrating day he’d practically given up. Until then, he’d tried every trick in the trade to decipher the password and, still, he couldn’t get the folder open. Envious that a twelve-year-old kid could come up with a password so hard to break, he’d picked up his mouse and slammed it down hard enough to crack the plastic housing. Knowing he could requisition another mouse, he slammed it down two more times. Ripping the cord out of the USB port, he threw the mouse into the trashcan.
He shoved his chair away from his desk and ran both hands through his kinky black hair. Take a break. Get a snack. Let your mind work on the problem subconsciously. Nodding to himself, he rose to his feet and stretched.
At six-foot-two and weighing two-hundred-and-fifteen pounds, Terry knew he didn’t look like the average computer nerd. “Tall, black, and handsome,” the ladies called him. It was true he had the body and good looks of a model, but a physical disorder in his muscles created an emotional state that overshadowed all his handsome features. The expression “froze like a deer in the headlights” fit him perfectly when he encountered uncomfortable situations.
Terry had been born with a condition that most people associated with goats…fainting goats. These poor creatures were afflicted with a rare genetic disorder in the muscles called Congenital Myotonia. When startled or scared, the goats would stiffen up and sometimes fall over, earning them the name of “fainting goats.”
Although Terry’s condition wasn’t serious—he didn’t faint when he was startled—he did freeze up for five or ten seconds when he was nervous, scared, or caught off-guard. It embarrassed him, to say the least. When women especially walked up to him, smiled at him, or simply looked at him, he stiffened up like a wax replica of Frankenstein in Madame Tussauds Wax Museum.
He’d been teased about this condition most of his thirty-three years. Middle school had been particularly traumatic. As a result, he’d become an introvert. He had no friends and no social life and no hope for either. Unless…
His one hope—the reason he spent so much time at work—was to uncover the mysteries of time travel. He knew, without a doubt, his condition would be curable in the future, and he would do anything to travel forward in time and be cured. Not surprisingly, Dark Wave had become more than a job. It had become his obsession.
True, there were medications he could take that would minimize his muscle spasms so his episodes weren’t quite so bad, but the side effects produced worse reactions than freezing up. Plus, he couldn’t justify taking a medication that wouldn’t completely stop his spasms. He found it just as distressing to freeze up for two or three seconds as it was to freeze up for five or ten seconds. It still made him look and feel like a complete idiot.
He didn’t know why, but he sensed this Riley kid was on to something with the “Time Travel” folder. Sure, it sounded ridiculous that a kid that young could solve a problem as complex as time travel, but, hey, kids nowadays were more computer literate and smarter than ever before. Hell, at this very minute, instructors were teaching things in high school that Terry hadn’t learned until his third year of college. It wouldn’t surprise him if this new generation of techno wizards solved not only the secrets of time travel, but also the secrets of inter-planetary travel, perpetual motion, and how to power vehicles with ordinary household garbage.
Taking a break from his discouragement at the computer, Terry opened his office door about an inch and peeked into the hallway. Not seeing anyone, he pulled the door open and stuck his head out. The hall was empty. Hoping he wouldn’t run into any one, he quickly walked to the vending machines at the end of the hall. Two minutes later, he returned to his office with a Snickers candy bar, a bag of Doritos, and a can of Diet Coke.
He sat down and opened his drink. Taking a sip, a new idea about the password came to him. What if I…? Putting his drink aside, he limbered up his fingers and hunched over the keyboard on a new quest to get into Riley’s folder.
* * *
Startled by a knock on his door, Terry froze for five seconds. The reveries of the past faded away, replaced with the here and now and a brief recall that he had gotten a beep from Riley’s computer activity. He had to get back to that, but for now, he stood up and peered through the mini-blinds covering the window on his door.
Sheila, his boss’s secretary and the girl of Terry’s dreams, stared back at him.
He almost froze again but he quickly looked away. His heart beat faster. His hands got clammy. He felt his face grow bright red. Fumbling with the knob, he cracked the door open just far enough to stick out his head. “Yes?” He cast his eyes down at her red high heels but couldn’t help taking a couple of quick glances at her face and body.
“Hi, Terry. Mr. Clemmons wants to see you in his office.” She smiled, showing her straight, perfectly white teeth. “You’re late for your meeting. I tried to buzz you, but apparently you’ve got your phone off-line again.”
The meeting. He’d completely forgotten about it.
Before he could formulate an answer, Sheila turned and sauntered down the hall, her shoulder-length blond hair bouncing with each step.
He couldn’t help watching her slim hips sway seductively from side to side. Terry didn’t know for certain, but he swore she swayed more when she knew he was watching her.
“You’d better hurry,” she called over her shoulder. “Mr. Clemmons is waiting and he doesn’t have all day.”
Upset about forgetting the meeting, Terry shut down his computer, grabbed a folder off his desk, and hurried out of the room.
As Jeff slowly got to his feet, he studied the animal. This can’t really be a dinosaur. Or is it? It sure looks like one. In fact, it looks just like a miniature version of a Triceratops I saw in a movie. Bristle-type hair covered its mottled, greenish-brown skin. A bony frill circled its neck. Two small bumps—that Jeff assumed would later grow into horns—protruded above each eye. A third horn, two inches long, erupted from the nose above a narrow, horny beak. A thick stubby tail stuck out the back.
The dinosaur, if that’s what it really was, had calmed down and seemed content to sit and stare at them. It had apparently decided they weren’t going to hurt it. In fact, it seemed to be almost as curious about them as they were about it.
His mind in turmoil, Jeff turned and caught his reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of his door. His confused brown eyes stared back at him from his tanned face. As he turned away, he ran his hand across his brown buzz-cut and wondered what to do next. First and foremost, he had to figure out a way to get that creature…dinosaur…whatever it was…out of the house before his mom got home.
He glanced at the alarm clock sitting on his nightstand. Eleven-forty already. Wow, I lost track of time. His mom had told him she had meetings all morning from eight until two. He turned to his brothers and said menacingly, “Okay, you two, time to own up. What is this thing and where did you get it?”
Riley and Wayne looked at each other sheepishly.
“You tell him,” Wayne said, elbowing Riley in the side. “It was your idea.”
“Well, you see, I kind of made a time machine out of an old laptop and we decided to go back to the Jurassic–”
“Yeah, right.” Jeff rolled his eyes in disbelief. He turned to Mitch and held his palms up out to his sides. “Can you believe these two? They really expect us to believe they traveled millions of years into the past and brought home a new pet.”
“No,” Riley jumped in, “it was an accident. We didn’t mean to bring him back with us.” He twisted the tail of his shirt in his hands as he talked, a nervous habit he had when he was anxious or upset.
Coming to his defense, Wayne said, “That’s true. It ran out of the bushes just as we were coming home. By the time we realized what was going on, it was too late to do anything.”
“Oh, gross,” Mitch said, pinching his nostrils and moving quickly away from the dinosaur.
A pungent odor assaulted Jeff’s nose. He looked down. A pile of green goo with bits of leaves and stems of plants sat on the floor. “Great, the thing just took a crap on my carpet.”
Wayne took his hat off and waved it in front of his face to clear the air.
Jeff hurried to open a window, letting fresh air into the room. “Wayne, go get something to clean up this mess. Bring back some air freshener, too. And shut the door when you leave.” The last thing he needed was for the creature to get out of his room and run around the house.
Wayne slapped his hat on his head. “You got it, Homey.” He opened the door, scurried into the hallway, and slammed the door shut.
“So,” Mitch asked Riley, “what are you two dudes going to do with it?”
“We were going to take it back, but we couldn’t catch it.” Still looking guilty, Riley took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirttail.
Jeff stayed by the window and held his hand over his nose. “You don’t really believe them, Mitch, do you?” he asked in astonishment, keeping his eye on the animal and wondering where his brothers could have possibly picked up such a creature. He’d never seen anything like it in any pet store.
“It’s kind of hard not to believe them,” Mitch replied casually. “I mean, look at this thing, dude.” He pointed to the animal, which watched them as if it understood that they were talking about it. “What else could it be? Not only that, you know what a genius Riley is with computers. Remember last year when he hacked into that government website and–”
Jeff huffed, cutting him off. “How could I forget? We had people from the FBI, CIA, ATF, HLS, and every other three-letter agency dropping by here for weeks. My parents are still angry about it.” He looked hard at his brainy little five-foot brother. “But a time machine? You’ve got to admit, that’s hard to believe.”
Mitch shrugged. “I know, but how else can you explain this cute little thing?” He leaned forward to touch the dinosaur.
The animal growled and snapped at Mitch’s fingers with its wicked-looking beak as Mitch yanked back his hand.
Wayne returned, carrying a roll of paper towels, two pairs of yellow rubber gloves, a garbage bag, miscellaneous cleaning fluids, and a can of air freshener.
Jeff grabbed the air freshener and generously sprayed it around the room. The flowery scent didn’t eliminate the sour smell completely, but it helped to cover it up.
Riley moved to stand in front of Jeff. He tilted his head back to look up at Jeff, who stood eight inches taller. “I swear, I’m telling you the truth. You know how good I am with computers. All I did was take the–”
“Stop right there. I don’t care how you did it. All I care about is getting this thing out of the house before Mom comes home. She will totally freak if she sees this…this…thing sitting in the house.” He glared at both his brothers. “As usual, I have to fix your screw-ups or I’ll get in trouble, too.”
“No you don’t,” replied Wayne pulling on the gloves. “We can take it back home.”
“Yeah, we’ll take care of it,” Riley said as he hesitantly took the second pair of rubber gloves Wayne held out to him.
“Why don’t we all go?” Mitch asked eagerly. “We can take a picnic and make a day of it.”
From the first day of kindergarten, Jeff and Mitch had been best friends. Now, over ten years later, Jeff lashed out at him for being so contrary. “Shut up, Mitch. You’re not helping. And stop encouraging them. You know as well as I do, they’re lying. There’s no way Riley made a time machine. It’s impossible. This thing must have come from some exotic pet store or one of Riley’s nerdy friends. We’ve got to get rid of it before Mom gets home.”
“I’m not totally convinced that it’s from the past,” Mitch said, glancing at Riley and Wayne, “but can you think of a better way for them to prove it to us than by taking us back in time with them?”
Irritated, Jeff watched his brothers tearing off paper towels and picking at the foul clump lying on his carpet. He had no idea how they had managed to get the creature into the house while he’d been playing the video game. Maybe it did look like a dinosaur, but he was sure it could not have come from millions of years in the past. No matter what Riley claimed, there was no way he could have made a working time machine. “Tell me, right now, Riley,” Jeff demanded, “where did you get that thing?”
Riley scrunched up his nose at the odor as he wiped up the mess and scrubbed the carpet. “I told you…the Jurassic era.”
Jeff threw his hands in the air. “I don’t believe this.”
“Come on, dude,” Mitch coaxed, “give them a chance to make things right. Let them prove it.” Mitch had always had a special bond with Riley. He would go along with anything Riley wanted to do.
Jeff rolled his eyes in disgust. He looked at the clock. It was already noon. They were wasting time. Mom would be home in two hours. He decided to play along and let the little twerps fail at proving their claim at having a time machine, then he’d have to get the creature out of the house and hide it until they could figure out what to do with it. The pet store was too far away. Mom would never let him use the car without a good explanation or wanting to go along. Maybe one of Riley’s friends would be willing to keep it.
Wayne stood up and studied the damp, light-greenish area on the carpet. Apparently, he felt satisfied it was cleaned up enough because he nodded to himself and stayed on his feet.
“Okay, fine,” Jeff blurted angrily, “let’s go. Riley, go get your laptop so we can take this little guy home.”
As Riley and Wayne quickly stripped off their gloves and threw them in the garbage bag with the pile of green goo and half the roll of paper towels, Jeff heard a car pull into the driveway. He hurried to the window. Fear shot through him. “Great, Mom just got home early.”