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“Is that your dad?” Brett asked, following my eyes.
“I think it is,” I said, flabbergasted.
“How does he know these riders?”
“They’ve been here before. He and Fritz — one of the riders — struck up a conversation about wormholes.”
“And from that, he’s riding with them?”
I figuratively scratched my head. “It looks that way.”
Dad hopped off the bike and waved at me. He unstrapped his helmet, which had a single spike on the top, making him look like a unicorn that was trying too hard. “Did you see me ride in?” he asked, hurrying over. He scratched under the bandana wrapped around his head, tilting it to the side.
“I did,” I said. “I didn’t know you became a Comet Rider.”
“I’m an honorary member. Fritz and I are on the cusp of a huge breakthrough. We’re heading to MIT for testing to
