Beta-Transportational Wierdness, Page 3

tablets in their hands.

  “Ow... yeah. Beginner Traveller Malvina Rose Williamson, number two-seven-four-delta-three-nine-five reporting in.” After a moment of frenzied tapping, they put their tablets in a slot in the wall, take my arms, and help me walk back to our room.

  “Got any of that headache-tea, bro? My head is KILLING me!”

  “Sure thing, sis. I’ll put some on for you.”

  After some tea and a two-hour nap, I’m ready to go home. Scraal’s coming with me to see Mom. We both stand in a beta-transportation port, and Dad says, “See you, kids. Tell her that Kodan says hi.”

  “Will do, Dad!” we say together. We focus south, on my room. When we get there, we share a mischievous grin.

  “C’mon, Scraal. Remember, Twins Together, Double Trouble Forever! Let’s go give Mom a heart-attack!” I whisper. We give each other a quiet high-five, and creep out of my room.