Emma screamed but heard nothing. The intense, rushing wind deafened her. She opened her eyes, hoping she would not vomit from the colors spinning around her like a kaleidoscope crashing into her corneas. Brody flipped weightlessly beside her. He waved as she opened her eyes. Brody’s feet flew over his head, reaching for the blue and purple clouds behind him. The teenagers were more comfortable moving through the Crystal Cave this time, and Emma began to feel excited instead of scared and nauseous as she slid along the path from 2017 to 1851. She hoped they landed in the correct place.
Their speed increased as their bodies glided along the colorful clouds then fell into a deep dive. Aspen yipped a warning that their journey was almost over. Emma’s hand brushed against the pup’s soft white fur. Comforted, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the landing.
“Ugh,” Brody groaned as he hit the ground. Water flew all around him.
Emma landed on his back in a heap. The splash from Brody’s rough dismount flew into Emma’s mouth, choking her. She gagged and coughed. Her body hurt from landing on Brody, but breathing air instead of water was her immediate concern. As she tried to stand, Aspen slammed onto her shoulders knocking her back into the water. The happy Samoyed promptly rolled off the pile, landing in the river. She jumped up quickly and began to shake. Water droplets flew through the air landing squarely in Brody and Emma’s faces. They threw their arms up trying to shield themselves.
“Ah, Aspen, STOP!” Emma and Brody yelled in unison.
Click. Click. Click.
“You all better stop,” an unfamiliar, gravelly voice ordered.
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