Reading about Bobby’s adventures was both exciting and frightening for Mark. The perils were more enthralling than any action flick he’d ever seen. But Bobby’s stories weren’t meant to be entertaining. They were real, and that’s why they were so frightening. The idea that there was a group of people called Travelers who voyaged through the universe doing battle against evil was a concept that challenged everything Mark knew about how things worked. Stranger still, knowing that his best friend was one of these Travelers made it all the more tough to deal with.
The fact was he couldn’t deal with it. Not alone, anyway. That’s why he brought Courtney into his confidence. Together, the two would read Bobby’s journals and try to help each other understand what was happening to their friend.
Their meeting place of choice was the basement of Courtney’s house. Her dad had a workshop down there, but he never used it. Courtney always laughed at her father, saying how he got all these tools because they looked cool, but then had no idea of what to do with them. So the basement workshop was pretty much a dusty tool-museum, which was perfect for Mark and Courtney. There was a big worn-out couch down there where they would settle in to devour Bobby’s journals.
Their run-in with Mr. Dorrico came toward the end of the school day, so the two didn’t go back to class. Instead, they headed right to Courtney’s house. Courtney even skipped volleyball practice. She never missed practice unless there was an emergency. The arrival of a journal from Bobby definitely qualified.
Courtney ran down the basement steps ahead of Mark and leaped into the old couch sending up a cloud of dust. “C’mon!” she shouted impatiently at Mark. “I’m dying! I want to know what happened on Cloral!”
Mark had Bobby’s journal in his backpack. But rather than dig it out and sit next to Courtney so they could continue reading, he stood over her, looking nervous.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, trying to sound as impatient as she felt.
“C–Courtney, l-I’m scared,” he said softly.
Normally Courtney would bulldoze over guys like Mark if she wasn’t getting what she wanted. But this was different. They were a team. They shared a secret. If one of them was having a problem, the other one had to respect that. So as eager as she was to rip the pack off of Mark’s back and grab Bobby’s journal, she took a breath and tried to relax.
“I am too,” she said softly. “But I want to know if he’s okay.”
“I’m not talking about Bobby,” Mark whined. “I’m scared for us.”
Courtney sat back in surprise. Mark now had her full attention.
“Why?”
Mark paced. “Ever since he left a few months ago, I’ve been giving this a lot of thought.”
“Yeah, no kidding. Me too,” Courtney said. But obviously Mark’s thoughts were more troubling than Courtney’s because he was the only one worried just then.
“Think about what’s at stake here,” Mark continued. “Saint Dane is trying to rule Halla. That’s everything. Every time and every place there ever was. Don’t you think that’s a little scary?”
“Well, yeah,” she answered. “Until a few months ago the biggest thing I had to worry about was passing algebra. Going from that to sweating over the future of all space and time is kind of a leap for me.”
Mark nodded. A problem this huge was kind of hard to get your mind around.
“Okay,” he said while continuing to pace. “It’s hard for me to understand too, but there’s more. Uncle Press told Bobby that all the territories were about to reach a turning point. It was the job of the Travelers to help them get through the crises so they could continue to exist in peace. If they failed, the territory would fall into chaos, and that’s when Saint Dane would step in.”
“Okay, so?” Courtney said impatiently. She wanted to know where this was going.
“So think about it,” Mark said, getting worked up. “Bobby and Press went to Denduron because that territory was on the verge of a civil war. We just read that Press told Loor she had to go back to her home territory of Zadaa because they would need her there soon.”
Courtney listened carefully. Mark was leading to a point and she wanted to make sure she fully understood what it was.
“Saint Dane went to Cloral,” he continued. “Bobby and Press followed him there. Cloral must be reaching its critical time too.”
“I get all this. But why are you so scared?” Courtney asked.
“Think,” he said quickly. “We’re reading these journals like they’re stories happening far away from our safe little town. Sure, Bobby is right in the middle of things, but nothing is touching us. Not here. Not in the safe suburbs.”
Courtney was starting to catch on. “You’re saying something big might happen here, too?” asked Courtney soberly.
“Exactly!” shouted Mark. “We’re a territory too. Second Earth. We’re not immune. We’re part of Halla or whatever it’s called.”
Courtney turned away from Mark to let this sink in. If all the territories were about to reach a turning point, that had to include their own territory as well. This was definitely bad news.
“I’ll tell you something else,” Mark said. “We’ve been trying to figure out why Bobby is a Traveler. I have no idea why, but I’ll bet I knowwhen.”
“Huh?” said Courtney. “When what?”
“It seems like Travelers only go where they are needed, whenthey’re needed,” reasoned Mark. “I’ll bet the time has come for Second Earth to need a Traveler, and that’s why we now have one. Bobby.”
Courtney didn’t ask another question. She didn’t need to. What Mark said made all sorts of sense. Up until now, everything that Bobby had written was true. He wrote that Uncle Press warned him that all the territories were nearing a critical time. Allthe territories. That included this one. Second Earth. Home.
“You want to hear more?”
“Not really,” answered Courtney nervously.
“I think we’re part of it, you and I,” he said. “Bobby is sending us his journals. Besides him, we’re the only ones here who know what’s going on.”
“You think we’re being prepared for a battle on Second Earth?” Courtney asked softly, as if she could hardly get the words out.
“I think that’s exactly what’s happening,” answered Mark.
Suddenly Courtney was just as scared as Mark. He had finally made his point, but she wished he hadn’t.
“So what do we do?”
Mark took off his pack and sat down next to her.
“That part I haven’t figured out,” he answered. He dug inside the pack and pulled out Bobby’s journal. Unlike the first journal that was written on crude, yellowed parchment paper, these pages were light green and supple. Each page was roughly the size of standard printer paper, but the edges weren’t square. These pages were oddly shaped, as if they had been handmade. The green pages were like a light, thin rubber. The writing looked pretty much the same as the other journals though. The words were written in black ink, and the handwriting was definitely Bobby’s.
“Until we get more of an idea of what to expect,” continued Mark. “All we can do is read Bobby’s journals and learn as much as we can so when the time comes… we’re ready.”
Courtney stared into Mark’s eyes. His last comment sounded ominous. This wasn’t a game happening to someone else. This was real. Common sense told them that sometime, somehow they were going to get sucked into this nightmare. Courtney was beginning to hate common sense. The question was, when would it happen? Those questions could only be answered by the words in Bobby’s journal, so without any more conversation, Mark and Courtney looked down at the strange green pages and continued to read.