and get you some water.â
âThanks.â Buzz slipped onto his stool, watching his fatherâs movements as he went over to the fridge. They seemed tense and wooden. He felt the pinprick of Tiaâs gaze on him and he turned to face her.
âWhatâs up with you, Buzz?â his sister asked.
âGood morning to you as well.â
âThatâs not an answer.â Tia looked upset.
Buzz stared at his sister, noticing that she was wearing her sequin-encrusted A-Team T-shirt again. Since when does Tia ever wear an outfit two days in a row?
âIâm fine, Tia. I was just a bit surprised that Dad was making pancakes for the second day on the trot.â He shrugged. âI thought Mum had gotten home early, thatâs all.â
Tia played with the silverware next to her plate. Hercheeks had lost color. âWhy do you keep saying that?â
âSaying what?â Buzz tried to push down his rising irritation. Why were Tia and Dad acting so strangely?
Maybe crazy is catching, a bitter inner voice answered.
âAbout Mum getting home early,â Tia snapped. âAt best itâs cruel and at worst youâre deluded. Buzz, we havenât heard anything from her in months.â She shook her head. âAnd as much as it might pain you to admit itâDad has been making us pancakes every Saturday since Mum left because he is doing the best he can. Youâre trying to wind him up and I donât think itâs fair.â
Buzzâs skin began to prickle into goose bumps. âTia, Mum called us yesterday. We were sitting right here having breakfast. Dad was making pancakes.â
Tia threw her hands up in exasperation. âYesterday, I had a piece of toast and met Marissa at seven forty-five on the corner. You were late for schoolâgoodness knows why but I bet it had something to do with my hair dyeâI donât even want to know.â She pointed a finger at him. âBuzz, whatever joke youâre trying out hereâquit it, okay? Itâs mean.â
âItâs not a joke,â Buzz shot back. âMum called. She called the house. You spoke to her.â
That worried, creased line was back between Tiaâs eyes, and she fixed her gaze at his temple. âHowâd you hurt your head?â
âI told you already, after school I was in Tangleyââ
With a clatter, Buzzâs father placed a plate of pancakeson the counter. âYour brother got lost in Tangley Woods yesterday and tripped and hit his head.â He nodded at Buzz. âEat up while theyâre still hot,â he insisted. But the Profâs eyes said something else. Do not tell Tia about yesterday.
A rush of déjà vu blasted through Buzz, so strong that it slammed the breath out of him. This conversation had happened yesterdayâexactly like this.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â Tia asked her brother. âYou donât look so good.â
Buzz heard the question and tried to grab hold of it but it slipped further away as he spotted a newspaper folded on the breakfast bar. Eleanor Brightâs eyes looked out at him from the inky page, and above her picture was a familiar headline:
âWeatherwoman Mystery Deepens. Fog Over Disappearance Refuses to Lift.â
The date at the top of the page said Saturday, September 14, but there was no chocolate sauce on the newspaperâs front pageânot a drop.
Dizzy, he took a deep breath, but it didnât workâthe world still spun around him.
âI took him to the doctor yesterday,â he heard the Prof say. âShe said that he just needed rest, but maybe we should go back to the hospital.â
âIâm fine,â Buzz said as the world swung back into focus. âJust remind me what day it is?â
âSaturday,â Tia and the Prof said at once. They were both looking at him in concern.
âSaturday,â Buzz echoed. Saturday for the second