Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Wakey, wakey, TimeBender! It's time for us to go back to Antarctica now! TimeBender?

CREAK! The door still opens! OK, TimeBender, do your thing! Antarctica, present day, please!

We're DOOMED. We're stuck here forever.

Well—not forever of course. We'll be minced meat by lunch, obviously! Death by dinosaur will be quick, at least. My family don't even know where I am... They'll always wonder what happened to me! Pablo, snap out of it!

Calm down! Take some deep breaths. WHOO, WHOO, WHOO... It's all OK! You just have to quickly come up with a solution and get us home.