The Reality Bug (6 page)

He waited for her to react. A few moments went by, then Courtney looked at him and actually smiled.

“Are you serious?” she asked cautiously.

“It showed up last night,” Mark answered with a big smile. “I've got a confession to make, though. I think you'll understand why it happened when you see the journal, but I already saw the beginning part.”

Courtney stopped walking and stared at Mark. Mark didn't let the moment hang. He had to explain himself, fast.

“I didn't mean to, but it's not a regular journal. It's a hologram.”

“Say what?”

“Bobby recorded the journal like a 3-D movie. I was so surprised that I didn't turn it off right away. But I only heard the beginning. I stopped it before he got to anything really important. I didn't want to hear it without you.”

That was the truth, mostly. Mark could only hope that Courtney would understand. A long moment went by. Mark wasn't sure if Courtney was going to forgive him or kick him in the head.

After an eternity, Courtney said, “It's cool. I get it. Can you come over tonight?”

“Right after dinner,” he said, totally relieved.

Courtney then continued on, jogging into the school. Mark nearly leaped into the air. This was an incredible day. Sci-Clops, then Courtney's forgiveness. As he jogged around the school building to catch the late bus, Mark was elated. Things were turning out perfectly.

But still, he felt a little strange. He wasn't used to taking the upper hand when it came to Courtney. He thought she would have at least made him feel a little guilty for what he had done. But she forgave him and let it go at that. It was like they had reached a new level in their friendship.

Mark wasn't entirely sure he liked it.

A few hours later Mark and Courtney sat together on the big, dusty old couch in Courtney's basement. They usually read Bobby's journals there because it was a workshop full of rusty tools that Courtney's father never used. She called it the “Tool Museum.” It was a perfectly private place for them to read and discuss the journals. Being private was even more important this time, because they weren't going to be reading, they would be listening and watching.

“How does it work?” Courtney asked. She was all showered and feeling a little bit better. Time and a good dinner will do that. A new journal from Bobby didn't hurt either.

Mark was in the same clothes he wore at school. He hadn't eaten dinner. He was too excited. He reached into his pack and took out the small, silver device that contained Bobby's journal.

“It's like a CD player,” Mark explained. “I'll rewind to the beginning.” He touched the orange button. There was no sound or feeling of movement.

“How much did you see?” Courtney asked.

“Just a little,” Mark fibbed. He figured since they would both see it from the beginning, he could get away with stretching the truth.

“Is he okay?” Courtney asked.

“Seems so,” Mark answered. “But you can see for yourself.” Mark put the silver device down on the table in front of the couch and pressed the green button. Instantly the beam of light shot out and projected Bobby's life-size image in space.

“Hiya, Mark. Hey, Courtney,”
Bobby's image began.

“Wow!” shouted Courtney. “It's like the hologram with the floating head.”

Mark let out a relieved breath. Up until that moment he wasn't sure if the device had actually rewound all the way. Now he was totally off the hook with Courtney. He didn't mind that he was going to have to rehear Bobby's story from the beginning. All that mattered was that they were under way.

Together this time.

And they were about to learn about Lifelight.

“B
obby! It's getting-up time!” came a familiar, singsong voice.

I was still asleep. It was one of those perfect moments when no matter what position you roll into, it's more comfortable than the last. No, I didn't care what time it was, I was staying in bed.

“Big day today!” came the pleasant voice again.

I was too comfortable to care. I rolled over, determined to continue the bliss. But then I felt a huge weight land on me. I knew what was coming next. Any chance of staying in bed would soon dissolve because …

A slippery, sandy tongue started burrowing into my ear. I don't know what was so tasty about my ear, but it was the spot that Marley would lick when she wanted me to get up.

“All right, all right!” I laughed and pushed my golden retriever away. I think she liked the whole ear-licking-while-I-was-trying-to-sleep thing because it was one of the few times she had complete control over me. That, and of course when I walked her and had to pick up her poop. She pretty much called the shots then, too.

A second later another weight landed on the bed. I knew what this was too. It was my little sister, Shannon.

“Breakfast is ready,” she informed me. “You have to eat or you won't be strong enough to play.”

Shannon thought she pretty much knew everything about everything, and for an eight-year-old she wasn't far from wrong. She was cute, too, with long dark brown hair that she always tied into two ponytails. She had these big brown eyes and a broad smile that lit up the room. People always told Mom that Shannon should be a model, but Mom wasn't hot on the idea. I think she was afraid Shannon was already growing up too fast.

“Eat soon so you can digest,” she continued. “I don't want to see you barfing on the court.” With that last little nugget of wisdom, she jumped off the bed and ran out of my bedroom. Marley bounded off the bed and scampered after her.

The smell of bacon found my nose. That was the last bit of convincing I needed. I loved bacon and we didn't get it that often because Mom thought it was too fatty or something. But every so often when there was a special occasion, she would give in. I guess today's basketball game counted as a big occasion. Fine with me. I threw my legs over the bed and stood up, now fully awake. I was wearing boxers, but pulled on a pair of sweats because sitting at the breakfast table in my underwear wasn't cool. I then picked a T-shirt off the floor, sniffed it to make sure it wasn't rank, and pulled it over my head. It was going to be a good day. Big breakfast, basketball game, maybe Courtney would come to watch and …

What the hell?

Reality struck. My knees went weak and I actually fell back down onto the bed. What was happening? I looked around my bedroom and it looked as familiar as always. My desk, my computer, my trophies, my stack of CDs, my New York Jets posters, even my clothes strewn on the floor. This was my bedroom. At home. In Stony Brook.

On … Second … Freakin'… Earth!

Nothing was out of the ordinary but
everything
was out of the ordinary. How could this be happening? I started to hyperventilate. Nothing made sense, even though it made perfect sense. Could everything that had happened since the night I left home with Uncle Press have been a dream? Denduron, Cloral, the
Hindenburg
, Saint Dane … everything. Had it all been a nightmare? I glanced at my window, half expecting Professor Marvel from
The Wizard of Oz
to poke his head in to see if I was okay.

“C'mon, Bobby, breakfast is getting cold!” came a voice from outside my room. It was my father. What was happening? I had faced a lot of scary situations since I became a Traveler, but on the strange scale, this was at the top. It took every ounce of courage I had to get my legs moving. I had to find out what was going on.

I cautiously left my room. The upstairs hallway had all the same pictures, the same rug, the same doors, the same everything. I half walked, half floated down the stairs, through the living room, past the dining room and straight into the kitchen. When I poked my head in, I saw a scene that was totally normal and totally impossible at the same time.

The table was set for breakfast. Mom was scooping scrambled eggs from a pan; Dad was sitting in his normal spot, pouring orange juice for everyone; Shannon sat at her place, politely waiting for everyone to sit so she could begin; and Marley sat on the floor at Shannon's side, waiting with equal patience for somebody to drop food on the floor.

I stood in the doorway, staring. Part of me wanted to dive into that kitchen, throw my arms around everybody and cry like a baby. Another part of me wanted to turn and run.

Finally Mom saw me and said, “Eat. You can't be late.”

I didn't know what else to do, so I drifted over to the table and sat down at my place. It was the place by the window where I had eaten since I was old enough to sit up. It was the place I never thought I'd take again, since my house and family and everything I had ever known had disappeared.

But now they were back.

I must have looked as stunned as I felt, because my father said, “You all right, Bobby?”

I wasn't sure how to answer him, because I wasn't. “To be honest, Dad, I'm a little confused.”

“About what, sweetheart?” Mom asked innocently.

I chose my words carefully, knowing just how ridiculous they would sound. “Has anything … odd happened?”

Dad asked, “Like what?”

Shannon chimed in. “We're having bacon for breakfast. That's odd.”

“What are you talking about?” Mom asked while taking her place at the table. I sat looking at my family. The three of them looked back at me over their plates of bacon and eggs, waiting for me to say something. Marley poked her brown rubbery nose up from below the table and looked at me too, though I think she was more interested in sniffing out the bacon. I didn't say anything. Instead, I picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite. It was as delicious as any bacon I'd ever had. Done just the way I liked it too. Not too crispy. I didn't know why that surprised me, but it did.

Finally I dropped the bacon on my plate and stood up. “I …I'm not hungry. I better get dressed.” I left the table, headed for the door to the dining room.

“But you have to eat something before the game!” Mom called after me.

“I'll get something later,” I yelled back.

I was going mental. If my parents had said: “Well, Bobby, you were in a coma for the last year and a half,” I would have understood. That would have meant that everything about the territories had been a dream. But they didn't. They acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.

There was only one possible explanation. It must have been a dream. A really long, detailed, incredible dream that happened all in one night. Isn't that how it worked with Scrooge from
A Christmas Carol
? I read somewhere that dreams may seem long, but they really only last a few seconds. I figured that must have been what happened to me. As I walked back toward the stairs, I began to accept that possibility. A few moments crept by where I actually started to relax. I was home. The nightmare was over. Everything was going to be normal.

That warm, fuzzy feeling didn't last long.

I walked by a mirror and saw my reflection. What I saw wasn't the image of the guy who had kissed Courtney, then got on the back of Uncle Press's motorcycle bound for the flume. No way. This guy was older. About a year and a half older, to be exact. Everything in this house was the exact same as I remembered it … except for me. In that instant, my dream theory came crashing down. There was no way I could have slept for one night and dreamed up the whole adventure, because I wasn't the same guy anymore. No, the answer wasn't as simple as that.

It was then that a single word came to my mind. I didn't know what it meant at first, but it definitely felt like it was the key to unlocking this mystery.

The word was … Lifelight.

No sooner did I remember that word, than I felt something on my wrist. I looked down and saw I was wearing a wide, silver bracelet with three buttons. It surprised me at first because it wasn't there a second ago. But still, it seemed familiar. What was I told? If I needed to talk with someone, push the left button. Well, I couldn't imagine a bigger need to speak with someone than right now, so I pressed the button on the far left. The button glowed white for a moment and gave off a soft, quick hum.

“Not bad, Pendragon,” came a voice from the top of the stairs. “You put it together faster than most.”

I spun around and looked up the stairs to see someone sitting on the top step. It was the one thing that was out of place in this house. Besides me, that is. She was a pretty girl with a blond ponytail, blue eyes, and yellow-tinted glasses. I stared at her for a few seconds, confused. It was like having an answer on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't quite get it out.

“Breathe, Pendragon,” she said. “It'll come back.”

“Aja … ,” I said.

Aja smiled and clapped. “Very good. There's always a little disorientation at first, especially if you've never jumped before.”

I looked around the house. My house. It seemed so real, but it wasn't. It was an illusion. An incredible, wonderful, heart-wrenching illusion. It was all coming back. I wasn't home. I was lying in a dark tube in a giant pyramid on the territory of Veelox, and this was all happening in my head.

“I know what you're thinking,” Aja said. “You've seen a little of what Lifelight can do and you're pretty impressed.” She walked down the stairs and came right up to me. “But you've just had a taste. The only limits to Lifelight are the limits you put on it yourself.” She touched her finger to my forehead. “It's all up there, waiting to come out.”

“There's more?” I asked.

Aja laughed. “Pendragon, you're just getting started.”

I
walked around my living room in a daze. Or should I say, I walked around the
illusion
of my living room. The dazed part was real, though. No illusion there. I ran my hand along the back of my couch and felt the soft, cotton fabric. I turned the switch on a table lamp, and the light came on. I picked up a frame that held a picture of me holding a newborn Shannon the day she came home from the hospital. Everything looked and felt totally normal, and
real
.