Mac was so tired. He’d lain in his room for a couple of hours, trying to read, when he heard the tap on his door.
He got up, feeling like the very blood in his limbs had turned to lead. When had he gotten so old? He opened the door a crack.
It was Dee. She looked normal except for the fedora she wore. What trunk had she pulled that out of?
“Yes? What’s up?” He loved Dee. He really did, but he wanted to be alone this afternoon.
“It’s him,” Dee practically hissed.
“Who?” Immediately Mac thought that maybe Flynn had returned. He glanced over Dee’s shoulder.
“Phineas.” Dee spat the odd name out like it was something unsavory that had gotten caught between her teeth.
“Phineas Blake?” Mac asked in wonder.
“Do you know any other Phineases?”
Mac laughed and shook his head.
“I left him on
