“This is a dream, like the time attacks I’ve been having, “Timothy said insistently to both of them, but neither would listen.

“Timothy, you become a member by going on an expedition.”

“Uh, huh.” Timothy wondered if he would wake up if he pinched himself.

“At age ten, a future Expeditioner starts to go on trips,” his mother explained. “When I was ten, I flew across the Atlantic Ocean with Amelia Earhart.”

Kate had also come from a family of expeditioners. Her parents had traveled the world in a sailboat and as a result she had never stayed in one place for long. When she met Timothy’s father, she told him, “You can go where you want, but for once in my life I want to put down some roots.” And so she became the official caretaker of the Expeditioner’s Club, the house where her husband had grown up, and now her son too.

“Okay. I’d like to get out of this time attack please!” Timothy shouted.

“What are you talking about?” Kate asked concerned.

“I’ve been having these time attacks for months. The world becomes blurry and I see weird things and I fall into a time hole,” Timothy finally explained.

“Honey, your mind is just getting ready to time travel,” Kate explained.

“Yes siree, your mind is getting ready to go with me to the Amazon to map an undiscovered river.”

TR looked at Kate annoyed, “Really Kate, you might have explained this to him before I showed up and scared the living wits out of him.”