Finn knocked gently on the glass. Maybeck didn’t stir. Finn tried again, a little louder. Maybeck didn’t budge. If Finn knocked any harder, he thought he’d break the glass. Instead, he tested the window. It opened a crack. Again, he faced going inside uninvited. Again, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
But he did slide the window up and stick his head through.
“Maybeck!” he whispered harshly. “Maybeck, wake up!
“Finn!” It was Amanda’s voice, behind and below him. Finn bumped his head on the window frame as he turned to look for her.
“Jelly’s coming up there!” Amanda warned frantically. “She heard you!”
Finn ducked out the bedroom window. He could hear Jelly coming up the stairs. The footsteps were close now. Finn slid Maybeck’s window shut, ducked, and hurried to the railing. He climbed over, paused, and jumped.
For a fraction of a second, it seemed that he’d misjudged the distance, that he would fall, crashing in a pile of broken bones right in front of Amanda. But he made it. He climbed over the railing and hurried down to ground level.
“Finn? Finn Whitman?” Jelly hollered from the upstairs balcony. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello, Jelly!” Finn called back.
“You sneaking around back here?”
“No, ma’am.”
“’Cause that’s what it looks like.”
“I need to talk to Terry,” Finn confessed. “It’s important.”
“You can’t. Terry’s sick. Not well.”
“Sick, or asleep? He won’t wake up, will he?”
Amanda snapped her head in Finn’s direction.
Jelly said, “You stay right where you are, young man.”
Jelly took her time. “Listen,” she said, emerging through the back door. “This is not something I want going around school. You understand?” She met eyes with them both. “Terry’s got some kind of sleeping sickness.”
Finn gasped.
“We can’t wake him up. He’s not got a fever. Not been bitten by anything. No sweats or shakes.” She took a long look up at Maybeck’s bedroom window. “Doctor says to let him be one more night. Tomorrow, he goes to the hospital and they start doing tests. But I’m saying my prayers. Nothing seems wrong with him. Doctor says he’s fine in all the important ways.”
“He’s stuck asleep?” Amanda said.
“That’s a funny way to put it,” Jelly said, “but yes.”
Finn wanted to kick Amanda, but she didn’t know what she’d said. He had told her nothing about the night before.
Maybeck was still crossed over. Finn struggled to figure out what that meant.
“Can’t wake him up?” Finn blurted out.
“That’s right,” Jelly said.
Finn considered carefully before he spoke. “Listen…I don’t expect you to believe me or anything, but Terry’s condition—it has to do with his being a DHI, a Disney Host, like I am.” She studied him thoughtfully but did not interrupt. “I think I can help him. Maybe. Help him wake up.”
“Is this some kind of joke? Because it’s in poor taste, young man. Terry’s extremely ill.”
“Finn?” Amanda said. “What’s going on?”
“Before he went to bed last night—maybe even yesterday afternoon—did Maybeck…did Terry…get a phone call?”
Jelly took another step away from him. “What’s with you, boy?” She was not pleased. She looked on the verge of tears.
“He did, didn’t he? And I’ll bet he came away from that call excited, didn’t he? Because it was from a girl, wasn’t it?”
“Her?” Jelly said, pointing at Amanda, not realizing she’d just confirmed that Finn was right.
“No,” Finn said softly, “not her.” Thoughts crowded his head. “Please don’t take him to the hospital until you hear from me tomorrow.”
“I’m supposed to trust my Terry to a thirteen-year-old boy?” Jelly said, incredulous.
“Fourteen,” Finn said. “I’m fourteen next month.”
22
Back riding their bikes, Finn and Amanda pedaled side by side on the sidewalk, slipping into single file whenever they passed a pedestrian. The afternoon slid toward evening, the sun dragging lower in the sky, the first haze of twilight upon them. Finn felt his whole world dimming.
“He’s not asleep, is he, Finn?” she asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Then what?”
“Trapped over there,” Finn said.
“What’s that mean?”
“It means we left him, and we shouldn’t have, and now he’s stuck back there. On this side, he’s asleep. Over there, he’s still a DHI. Who knows what’s happened to him.”
“You think he’s been caught or something?”
“I hope not,” Finn answered. “But this is nothing but bad. Real bad.” Finn felt a cool wind on his back. He craned over his shoulder to look.
Though Finn said nothing, Amanda, riding alongside him said, “I feel it, too. Check out your handlebars.”
Finn touched his handlebars: ice cold. His fingers left small patches of vapor behind as he removed them.
“Just like the car wash,” she said.
Finn didn’t need to be told what that sudden chill meant.
He scoured the immediate area for any sign of Maleficent.
He saw only cars, storefronts, and power lines.
Black cars, red cars, blue cars, and white.
Small cars, big cars, dull cars, and bright.
Where did they come from? Where were they going?
Some cars were driving; some cars were towing.
“Do you ever think in rhymes?” he asked her, wondering where that had come from.
She glanced over at him, gravely concerned.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re thinking in rhymes?”
“So what?”
She answered, “It’s one of the signs—it’s something….” She caught herself. Her voice trailed off.
“What signs?”
She allowed her bike to fall behind him so far that he couldn’t see her. So Finn slowed as well, and they dueled this way: Amanda slowing, then Finn slowing to join her, until they had come to a stop.
“What do you know about this?” he asked, feeling agitated and impatient. “It’s a sign of what?”
To their right was a community center and adjoining it an enormous skateboard park with a half pipe, a full pipe, jumps, and four tubs—a landscape of smooth concrete basins, like empty swimming pools, interconnected by ramps and tunnels, where a dozen kids were practicing stunts.
Amanda said meekly, “Rhyming is…it’s one of the signs of—witches.” With that, she rose up onto her pedals and zoomed off, turning in to the skateboard park.
The park was full of skaters,
Full of concrete alligators,
Kids in hoards, riding boards.
Sun was sinking, growing later.
Finn shook his head violently, side to side, trying to clear his thought and push away the rhymes. What had she just said? He couldn’t remember. All he could hear were rhymes. One thought found its way through: Amanda knows something she isn’t telling me. Finn raced to catch her.
This is weird,
Like a man with a beard.
Green skin and pigs’ eyes,
Frog legs and fireflies,
A dark cave with loud cries.
A girl with tears in her eyes.
Finn caught up to her. Amanda’s eyes were red. She’d either been crying or affected by the speed of her riding.
“Amanda…”
“I can’t tell you,” she said.
A motorized minibike zoomed noisily around the corner and dropped into the skate park. The rider was thin and wore a black leather top and pants and a black helmet with a silver-mirrored visor that hid his face.
The minibike came straight at them, showing no signs of slowing. On the contrary, it was on a collision course.
Ama
nda rose up onto her pedals and dropped her bike into the first big concrete bathtub. Finn followed. They climbed the opposing wall and flew up, airborne.
The minibike followed.
Finn rose from his seat, balanced the bike in the air, tipped forward, and dove into the next big concrete basin.
Amanda dropped into the half pipe to the left.
Separated like this, the minibike driver had to choose; it came at Finn.
The other boarders and bikers stopped what they were doing and watched the contest.
Amanda flew down the steep wall of the half pipe, picking up speed and launching into a high jump. Finn, parallel with her now, yanked his front wheel in midair and changed direction upon landing. He joined her, following inside the full pipe.
As the minibike entered the full pipe, Finn found the screeching whine of its motor deafening.
Out the end of the pipe, riding together now, Finn and Amanda raced to the bottom of the third tub, pushed down onto their seats by centrifugal force. As they raced up the opposing side, they lifted, tipped their weight in unison, and reversed their bikes. Aimed back down into the deep basin, the minibike whining toward them, Amanda bravely reached over with her left arm and grabbed Finn by the forearm. Finn returned the grip.
“You ready for this?” she asked.
“On three,” Finn said.
They released their brakes on the count of three, zooming toward the oncoming minibike, their arms extended and ready to clothesline the rider.
The bikes flew down. The minibike wound its way toward them. Amanda and Finn screamed in unison. At the last possible second, the rider dumped the minibike in a flurry of sparks, slipping under their clasped arms and between the two bikes.
The few onlookers let out a wild cheer.
Amanda and Finn stopped at the top of the basin and looked back.
The driver, lying next to the minibike, appeared okay. He (she? it?) stood up, brushed off, and gestured toward the two. Finn felt a pulse of cold fill him. A familiar cold.
Amanda shouted something that sounded like a foreign language. She crossed her arms and then threw them forward toward the rider, and the cold stopped abruptly. The leather-clad rider was lifted from the ground and thrown to the concrete.
“Ride!” Amanda hollered at Finn. “Ride, and don’t look back!”
Finn pedaled off, wondering if he’d just seen Amanda do that.
“Who are you?” he shouted, as their bikes reached the street.
“We’ve got to split up,” she said. With that, she pedaled furiously away from him.
23
At dinner that night, Finn brooded at the table, unable to take his mind off recent events: Maybeck’s sleeping sickness, Amanda’s mysteries, the letters they’d found secretly hidden at both It’s a Small World and Splash Mountain.
Watching him, his mother wore a look of curiosity, while his father, in typical fashion, ate quietly. Finn stabbed at his food and moved it around on his plate, hoping it might appear eaten.
“How was school today?” his mother asked. Every night, the same question. Next would come: did you do anything fun today? What are your friends up to?
“Did you do anything fun today?” she asked brightly. She couldn’t stand it when Finn was quiet like this.
“I don’t know,” Finn answered honestly. “It’s all right, I suppose.”
“You can do better than that,” his father said. His father always thought Finn could do better at everything. He seemed always to be riding Finn about his grades or his performance on the soccer field. He talked about college scholarships like they were some kind of religion.
“I’m good,” Finn said, pushing back his plate. “May I be excused?” Another part of the secret code. He had no chance of leaving the table without these passwords.
“No snacks later, sweetheart. This is dinner.”
“I know,” Finn said. He stood up from the table and grabbed his plate. Suddenly his head went all rubbery, as if all his blood was draining from him at once.
He thought he might pass out.
“Finn?” His mother’s voice, but in the next county.
Then there was her painted mouth moving above him, her voice sounding detached and several octaves lower than normal, like a tape playing at half speed. She’d rushed to his side.
The lights in the room dimmed. A power failure? He saw his father, chewed food in his open mouth, looking…scared.
“Finn, dear?” his mother said.
“I’m…fine,” he replied.
His mother hovered over him. He felt his parents taking him under his arms and leading him upstairs. Finn’s feet flapped and dragged. He felt useless.
They led him toward his bed.
“No! No! I don’t want to go to sleep!” But his eyes felt so heavy….
He closed his eyes, and it happened again.
24
Finn awoke on the same park bench where he’d first met Wayne, at the end of Main Street, across from the fire station. It was nighttime, though the park remained open.
He looked down to see his arms and legs faintly glowing: he was his DHI self Some kids saw him, and he knew he was in for trouble if he didn’t get out of there.
A flash of light to his right. Finn strained to see through the thick crowds—always so many people!—and…
Yes, there it was again: another flash of light. For an instant, the crowd parted and he saw Philby waving.
Finn dragged himself heavily across the street, still feeling sluggish, leaving the curious kids behind, and caught up with Philby.
“I thought that was you,” Philby said, pocketing a flashlight.
“You don’t look so hot,” Finn said.
“Have you tried a mirror?”
“Another brownout?” Finn asked.
“I assume so.”
“We’re early,” Finn said.
“Yeah, but if we’re here, chances are, the girls are too. We should check the apartment and the teepee.”
“But let’s do it together,” Finn suggested.
“Maybeck?” Philby asked.
“I went to his house,” Finn answered. “He’s asleep in bed and they can’t wake him up. Tomorrow morning they’re going to take him to the hospital and start running tests. We’ve got to find him before that. Who knows what they’d do to him?”
“Maybeck was caught,” Philby said. “And it wasn’t security. It was the Overtakers. It has to be. Wayne said Maybeck’s our computer guy. We know he’s been poking around. The Overtakers don’t want him messing with the DHI server. The brownouts—our feeling lousy like this. That’s the server doing that. The Overtakers are trying to—”
“Kill us?” Finn said.
“Slow us down. Scare us away.” He didn’t sound convinced.
“Then I’d say it’s working,” Finn said.
“So where do we start? The apartment or the teepee?”
Finn looked past Philby at the glowing windows above the fire station. “Neither,” Finn said. “Follow me.”
* * *
Finn climbed the stairs on the side of the firehouse two at a time.
“I should have thought of this before. He told me he lived here.”
“Who?”
Finn knocked on the door.
Wayne answered.
Philby and Finn were welcomed inside. It was a cozy room, all wood and brass, that felt like something from a ship.
Wayne wore a heavy wool sweater, khaki pants, and Mickey-and-Minnie slippers. There were books everywhere, and no television or even a radio. The bed was up in a loft in the very peak of the roof.
“Wow!” Philby said, looking around. There were Disney toys scattered around, antiques that went back decades. A fabric wall hanging showed off over a thousand Disney pins.
“I wondered how long it would take you to look me up,” Wayne said. It seemed almost as if he’d been expecting them. There were three teacups by the stove and three chairs set out facing one ano
ther.
Wayne poured them some tea and gestured for the two boys to sit down.
“Can you help us find Maybeck?” Finn asked.
“Was it Maleficent?” Philby asked.
Wayne’s eyebrows arched. He did not answer Philby directly. “What do you know about her?” He had owl-like circles beneath his ice-blue eyes. He looked ominous and menacing now instead of like the silly old guy Finn had first thought him to be. He smiled thinly and said, “Amazing things happen when we put our minds to it. There is a saying that seeing is believing. But believing is seeing, as well. And touching. And hearing. Connecting.”
“The witch, Maleficent, has something to do with this,” Finn said. He told Wayne everything that had happened recently.
“Apparently she has everything to do with this,” Wayne agreed.
“The Overtakers,” Finn tested. “There are other Overtakers besides Maleficent.”
“Too many to count.”
“Like the pirates.”
“Worker bees, is all. The pirates don’t matter much. But you must underestimate nothing, no one. Conviction is the better part of intent. Few battles are won by strength alone. Cunning and knowing your resources can help you overpower the most powerful.”
“How do we stop Maleficent?” Philby asked anxiously. He sipped the tea, liked it, and drank some more.
“Don’t get ahead of yourselves,” Wayne said.
“Maybeck,” Finn said.
“They won’t want anyone to see him. Nor to hear him, should he call out,” Philby continued.
“Someplace dark and noisy,” Finn said.
“One of the attractions!” Philby said. “Like Pirates of the Caribbean! The pirates took him!”
“It’s not dark enough,” Finn said. “And where would they hide him?”
“On the boat, maybe,” Philby said.
“Possibly,” Wayne said, though his tone of voice suggested that he didn’t give the idea much credence.
“Well, listen, Obi-Wan,” Philby said sarcastically. “Why don’t you tell me and Luke here where to find him, and we’ll make for hyperspace.”
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