Mark was also looking down the tunnel and what he saw made his jaw fall open as well, for there was something coming toward them. It was a pin spot of light, like the headlight on the front of a far-off train. As it drew closer, the light grew larger and the sweet music grew louder.

"D-Do we want to run?" asked Mark with a shaky voice.

"Yeah," answered Courtney. "But we can't."

As the light came nearer, they saw that the gray walls of the tunnel were beginning to change. It was like they were disappearing. The gray, craggy rock walls were transforming into clear crystal, just as the gray stone of the ring had done. Beyond the clear walls was a vast star field. The light grew so bright that Mark and Courtney had to shield their eyes. The music grew louder as well. Without thinking, the two backed away until they hit the far wall. They were trapped. It was too late to find the door and get out of there. All they could do was cover their eyes, crouch down, and hope that it would soon end.

With one final burst of light, the room fell dark and the music stopped. All was quiet and calm. Slowly Mark and Courtney lowered their arms from their faces to see what had happened. What they saw seemed more impossible than anything they had seen so far. Yet there he was, plain as can be.

It was Bobby. He stood at the mouth of the tunnel looking a little dazed. He glanced around to get his bearings, then saw Mark and Courtney cowering against the far wall. Nobody knew what to say. They all just stared at each other for a good long time. Finally Bobby let out a simple, calm, "Yo."

That broke the ice. Mark and Courtney jumped up, ran to him and all three threw themselves into a tight group hug. They didn't need to say anything. This one unplanned action said it all. It was a release from all the fear, uncertainty, and sadness that had been building up in them since the adventure began. They stayed this way for some time, until Bobby finally said, "Okay, I'm choking here."

Reluctantly they all let go and took a step back from each other. They waited a second and then all three ran at each other again for another hug. This time they all started to laugh.

"You guys are the best," said Bobby, but then something dawned on him and he pulled away from the group. He looked right at Courtney and said, "Wait, what are you doing here?"

"I showed her the journals," admitted Mark. "I'm sorry. I couldn't deal on my own."

Bobby had to think about this. He thought that he was writing to Mark and Mark alone. But it was a big responsibility that he threw at his friend and Bobby realized that maybe sharing it was a good idea. If there was anybody who could help him deal, it was Courtney. So he smiled reassuringly at his friend and said, "It's cool, Mark. I'm glad you did. Does anybody else know?"

Courtney answered, "No, just us."

"That's good," said Bobby. "At first I was thinking everybody should know, but now I'm not so sure. This is all pretty heavy."

"That's what we thought," said Mark.

Bobby added, "There's gonna be a time when everybody should know, but not yet, okay?"

Courtney and Mark nodded. There were all on the same page.

"Are my parents freaking out?" Bobby asked.

There it was. The question they didn't want to answer. Mark and Courtney gave each other a quick glance. They had already decided it wouldn't be a good idea to tell Bobby that his family had disappeared. He had enough to worry about as it was. But they didn't want to lie to him. Mark didn't know what to say, so Courtney jumped in, saying, "Everybody's real worried about you."

It wasn't a lie; people were definitely worried about him. It just wasn't the whole truth. But it was the right thing to say because Bobby then said, "I hate to keep them in the dark, but I think they'd be more worried if they knew what was really going down. So don't tell 'em anything, okay?"

Both Courtney and Mark nodded quickly. Whew. They just dodged a bullet. Bobby then spotted the L.L. Bean pack that Mark and Courtney brought.

"Did you get everything?" he asked as he quickly poked through the contents.

"Every bit," answered Mark.

"Any trouble getting here?" Bobby asked.

Courtney answered, "No sweat."

Bobby looked back to his friends as if he were seeing them for the first time. What he saw were two people who came through for him in a big way when they really didn't have to. "I don't know how to thank you guys," he said sincerely. "I don't deserve friends like you."

Courtney and Mark answered with smiles.

"Bobby," said Mark sheepishly. "Is it true? I mean, what you've been writing about?"

"Yeah," was Bobby's answer. "Weird, huh?"

Courtney and Mark started to ask more questions but Bobby cut them off by saying, "Guys, I don't know any more about what's going on than what I wrote. I don't know why I'm a Traveler. I don't know where Denduron is. I don't knowwhen Denduron is. I've got a million questions and no answers. And I'm scared as hell."

Yes, there were many questions but none of them had any answers. Finally Courtney took a step toward Bobby. She hesitated, as if what she was about to say would be difficult. She finally gathered the strength and said, "Don't go back. That's not your world back there. It's not your life. You belong here. All you have to do is walk out that door with us. Nobody would know. Please, Bobby, stay here."

Bobby looked at Mark. Mark nodded to him as if agreeing with Courtney. "You're home now, Bobby," he said. "Stay here."

Bobby hadn't thought about the possibility. It would be so easy. All he had to do was walk away. He was home now. He was safe. It was so tempting. He didn't answer at first because this was the most important decision he ever had to make in his life. He looked around him, looked down into the dark tunnel, and then to the L.L. Bean pack full of stuff his friends had brought him. He had made up his mind.

"There are a ton of things I don't know," he said soberly. "But there's one thing I do know for certain. Uncle Press is going to die unless I do something."

The others dropped their heads. Bobby was right. If he stayed, Uncle Press was doomed.

"But there's more," Bobby added. "I'm not the guy to help those people fight their revolution. I don't know why they think I am, but I'm not. The guy to help them is Uncle Press. If he dies, they don't stand a chance. I gotta go back and get Uncle Press for the sake of the Milago, too."

Bobby picked up the pack and swung it onto his back.

"What're you gonna do with that stuff?" asked Mark.

"I'm not exactly sure," answered Bobby, "but I better think of something fast." He tightened up the straps on the pack and took a step back toward the flume. "I'm no big hero," he then said. "I'm gonna try to save Uncle Press and then get out of there. I'd just as soon not stick around for the real fireworks."

"We'll be waiting for you," said Mark.

Everyone looked at each other, not entirely sure of what to say. It was time for Bobby to go.

"There's nothing I can say to thank you guys for doing this and for hanging on to my journals," Bobby said.

"Just keep 'em coming, dude," said Mark with a smile.

Bobby smiled and then the three once again joined in a group hug.

"I'll write as soon as I can," said Bobby and pulled away. Everyone was holding back tears. Bobby had turned to the flume when Courtney asked, "Is Loor really as gorgeous as all that?"

Bobby winced. Busted. "You weren't supposed to see that," he said sheepishly. "She's not my type."

"No?" said Courtney with a sly smile. "I think she and I have something in common. We can both kick your ass."

Bobby laughed at that. Of course she was right.

"Get home safe," she added.

"Soon as I can," was his reply. Mark gave him a wave and Bobby turned back to the flume. He stepped in, took a breath, and said, "Denduron!"

Instantly, the flume reactivated. The walls started to shimmer, the musical notes grew loud, and bright light blasted out from somewhere far inside.

Bobby turned back to them and gave a quick wave. "Later!" he said.

Then, in a flash, Bobby was gone. The light and the music trailed away inside the tunnel, transporting Bobby to his far-off destination. Soon all was quiet once again. The two stood there, staring into the dark, empty tunnel. There was nothing left to do now except to start the long journey home.

"Uh-oh," Mark said.

"What?" asked Courtney nervously.

Mark held out his hand and they both saw that the gray stone in the ring was starting to glow. Mark quickly took it off and placed it down on the ground. They each took a step back and watched as the ring grew larger and light blasted out of the stone. The familiar musical notes were heard again as the light built in intensity. There was a flash, and just as quickly as it started, it was over. The ring lay still on the ground. Next to it was another rolled-up parchment.

"How could he have written so fast?" asked Courtney.

Mark picked up the pages and started to unfurl them.

"Something tells me that time here and time there aren't relative," said Mark.

"Huh? English please," demanded Courtney.

"I think Denduron might not only be in another place," explained Mark. "It might be in another time. It could be thousands of years ago, or a million years from now. The flumes not only travel through space, I'll bet they travel through time as well."

Courtney didn't quite get this, but then again she didn't get much of anything that was happening. Mark unfurled the pages, gave them a quick glance, then looked up at Courtney with a smile.

"I was right. It's from Bobby."

Journal #3.

Denduron.

Imessed up big time, guys.

I tried to take charge and do the right thing, but I'm afraid I only made things worse. It's been a wild ride since I saw you two in the subway, but the bottom line is that as I write this journal, we are on the verge of a catastrophe that could rip Denduron apart. It's not all my fault, but I'm afraid I pushed it closer to the edge. First I gotta backtrack to what happened since I wrote last. I finished my last journal before I saw you two, so I should tell you what happened before the trip I took to Second Earth where you gave me the backpack. As much as I was over-the-moon psyched to see you guys, I wish I had never made that trip, because that trip is one of the reasons we're on the edge of disaster.

When Osa was killed, something snapped in my head and I was able to think clearly. It wasn't anything dramatic like I suddenly realized I had to fulfill my destiny as a Traveler and lead the Milago to victory or anything like that. No way; gimme a break. It was about Uncle Press. I was ashamed of myself for not trying to help him. My only defense is that I had a whole lot of wild stuff thrown at me all at once and I was having a tough time keeping my head on straight. But when Osa died, it was like a wake-up call. And my loss wasn't even on the same scale as the loss was for Loor. Osa was her mother. I imagined what it would be like to lose my own mom. I take that back. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose my mom. The thought was just too horrible.

Osa didn't deserve to die. All she was trying to do was help some people find a better way of life. So was Uncle Press. He was trying to help the Milago and because of it, he was going to be put to death. Was that fair? I didn't think so, and I realized that somebody had to step up and say so. Unfortunately I also realized that the only person who could do something was me. I say "unfortunately" not because I didn't want to help him, but because I knew I wasn't exactly the best candidate to stage a Schwarzenegger-style commando assault on the Bedoowan palace and fight my way out with Uncle Press in tow. That particular fantasy was going to stay a fantasy. Still, I had to do something. And if I was going to have any chance at all, I needed help. That meant Loor. There was nothing I could say to Loor that would make her feel any better about what had happened to her mother. Man, she must have hated me. But she was the only person I could go to for help, so I had to take a shot.

I wandered out into the main cavern of the mine to look for her. I found her sitting cross-legged on the far side of the cavern, alone, carving a small piece of wood. It looked like she was sculpting a small face that was half sun and half moon. She was really concentrating on the work and I didn't want to disturb her, so I waited until she said something first. For several minutes she ignored me and continued to carve. Finally I think she figured out that I wasn't going to leave so she said, "This is a szshaszha. On my territory it symbolizes the end of one life and the beginning of another. I will give it to my mother for it is said to bring luck in the next life."

"That's pretty cool," I said.

"It is an old fairy tale that has no meaning," she spat back sharply. "But my mother believed in these things and I will respect that."

I guess I said the wrong thing again. I was ready to chicken out and leave her alone. I had to force myself to stay and go through with this.

"I'm not going home tomorrow," I said trying to sound stronger than I felt. "I'm going after Uncle Press."

This made Loor stop her work and look up at me. I did my best to hold eye contact without blinking. I wanted her to know how serious I was. But then she burst out laughing. Obviously the idea of my going up against the Bedoowan knights was pretty funny to her.

She stopped laughing and said sarcastically, "Why, Pendragon? So you can watch him die the way you watched my mother die?"

Ouch. That was cold.

"No, I'm going to rescue him," I said trying to make it sound like I could make it happen.

"Go to sleep," she said dismissively. "I am tired of looking at you."

She was starting to tick me off. Yeah, she had been through a lot, but she didn't have to treat me like a turd. I stood my ground and said, "You told me I didn't care about my uncle. You're wrong. I care enough to go in that fortress and get him out."

She scoffed and said, "The Bedoowan knights would shred you before you got close to your uncle."

"You're probably right," I said. "That's why you're going to help me."

Loor shot me a surprised look. Uh-oh, maybe I was coming on too strong. She slowly stood up to her full height and looked down at me. It was all I could do to keep myself from backing off because if I did, I'd be lost.

"Why should I help rescue your uncle when my mother died trying to protect you?" she said with a seething intensity I'd never seen before.

"That's exactly why you should help me," I said, trying to keep my voice strong. "We both know that I'm not the person to lead the Milago against the Bedoowan. But Uncle Press is. I want to rescue him because he's my uncle. And if you care about the Milago as much as you say you do, then you should want to rescue him because these people need him."

Loor didn't move right away. I thought I saw something in her eyes. Was it a moment of doubt? She backed away from me and picked up her wooden weapon from the floor of the cavern.

"There is a meeting," she said coldly. "I will allow you to come."

A meeting. Cool. I didn't know what it was about, but at least she had thawed enough to include me. That was a start. She stepped forward and pointed the end of her weapon at me threateningly. "I will not protect you, Pendragon," she said. "If you come with me, you are on your own."

With that sweet little promise delivered, she walked off. I wasn't sure what to do until she turned back over her shoulder and barked, "Come. Now!"

I wasn't sure where we were going, either, but I was willing to follow her and find out. She led me back up the ladders to the surface. Night had fallen and the stars made it bright enough to see clearly. Loor glanced around quickly, probably looking for any knights that might still be hanging around looking for us. Good idea. I looked around too, but all was quiet. I followed her back into the Milago village and straight to the hut where I first woke up. When we ducked inside, I saw that I was right about this being a hospital, sort of. Two of the wooden benches now had occupants. But these two weren't here to get well. It was Osa, and the miner who was killed at the mine shaft. This is where they were keeping the bodies until doing whatever they were going to do with them. I supposed I should have been creeped out, but I wasn't.

There were two other people there as well, only these two were alive and well. It was Alder, the knight who Loor said was the Traveler from Denduron, and Rellin, the chief miner. They were sitting cross-legged in front of a fire that was burning in the hearth. Loor walked right over and sat down as well. I figured this was the meeting Loor had invited me to, so I sat down across from Loor.

Rellin started the meeting by saying, "I am sorry about your mother, Loor. She was a good person. I speak for all the Milago when I say how grateful we are to you and your people for coming here to help us. It saddens me that it had to end this way."

Loor was quick to respond and said, "I thank you for your sympathy, but my mother's death does not end things. We will still lead the Milago to their freedom."

Rellin looked nervous. Suddenly there was tension in the air. I felt it and Loor felt it. I'm not sure what Alder felt because I didn't know him well enough.

"No," Rellin said with finality. "It is over. There will be no fighting." With that declaration he got up to leave. But Loor jumped up and stopped him. Rellin's comment had taken her by surprise.

"How can you say that, Rellin?" she asked. "If the Milago do not break free of the Bedoowan, you will all die!"

"And if we fight them we will die much sooner," said Rellin. "My people are not warriors. You know that, Alder." He looked to Alder, who dropped his head. Rellin then looked back to Loor and said, "And you know that too, Loor. We would have no chance in a fight with the Bedoowan knights. We would be slaughtered."

Loor didn't give up. "Remember what Press said? You may not be warriors, but you are strong. He said the Bedoowan do not have the character to resist if the Milago stand up for themselves. He said-"

"Press is gone!" shouted Rellin. "And now Osa is gone as well. Who is left to lead us in this mad quest? You? Him?" He said this while pointing at me. "You are children. Your motives are noble, but it is time to end these foolish dreams."