Hundreds of kids ate at long tables.

As Finn passed a table, he heard someone behind him say, “Hey, isn’t that one of the hosts from Disney World?” Less than five minutes, and he’d been spotted. He didn’t like being famous as much as he thought he would. He slipped on his sunglasses.

He saw Amanda a few tables away. She carried copies of the photographs they’d taken at the Magic Kingdom. She was showing them around to kids and asking questions. Finn didn’t know which of the four DHIs went to Lee. He walked slowly, studying faces at the various tables.

It was really loud in here. An abundance of food smells combined into a stink he found sickening.

A big guy suddenly jumped up in Finn’s way, an eighth-grader, judging by his size. He wore a Colorado Avalanche jersey, colorful jams, and new Nikes. “Who you staring at?” he growled.

“No one.”

The big kid reached out and lifted Finn’s sunglasses. “Think you’re too cool?” Seeing Finn, he did a double take.

“Hey! How come I know you?”

“Give me back my glasses, please.”

“Aren’t you like on Zoom or something?”

“I’d like my glasses back, please.”

“Give ‘em back, Roy,” a girl at the next table said. “It’s not Zoom, stupid. He’s a host—over at the Magic Kingdom—like Charlene Turner.”

Charlene Turner. Finn had her last name now.

“Oh, yeah!” the big kid said, reluctantly returning the sunglasses to Finn. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for Charlene,” Finn said.

“Can’t help you,” the big guy said, sitting back down.

Finn looked to the girl expectantly, but she shook her head. “Sorry,” she said.

Finn looked up to see Amanda waving at him. Having won his attention, she pointed to a window that looked out onto the playing fields. She moved her hand to mimic dribbling a basketball.

Leave it to Amanda: she’d found Charlene.

7

Charlene was talking with three other girls, all dressed for P.E. in gray gym shorts and yelow Tshirts. Charlene’s expression changed instantly as she saw Finn approaching. He wondered why she should be so disappointed to see him. They’d gotten along well enough during the shoot.

“Hey,” he said, greeting her, suddenly made painfully aware of Amanda standing by his side.

Charlene excused herself from her friends, saying, “Back in a whack,” and approached Finn.

“What are you doing here? Are you cutting?” she asked, viewing Finn skeptically. “And who’s she?”

“I have to talk to you,” he said. Then, “She’s a friend.”

Charlene looked him over, and then met eyes with Amanda. “I don’t think so,” she said, and started to walk back toward her friends.

“The dreams. Disney after dark,” Finn said. That stopped her cold.

Amanda looked at Finn curiously, but knew better than to say anything.

“Dreams that aren’t dreams,” he added.

Charlene spun to face him, excitement and alarm in her sparkling eyes. “No way you could know that,” she said.

“Unless…” Finn said. “I’ve been there, too.”

“What’s this about?” Amanda asked. A whisper meant only for Finn, yet Charlene overheard.

“Where’s she fit in?” Charlene asked.

“I told you: a friend willing to help me out,” Finn explained. He added quickly, “Wayne, the old guy. Have you met him? He needs us all together. At night. Tonight, or tomorrow. As soon as I can find everyone: the five of us, all together.”

“This isn’t happening,” said Charlene, suspicious of Amanda, puzzled by Finn. But the expression on her face told him she’d also been in the park in her dreams.

Charlene was the kind of girl you might see on a cereal box.

“Do you know how to reach any of the others?” Finn asked.

“I run into Willa on VMK sometimes, though it’s more by chance.” Virtual Magic Kingdom, a new “massively multiplayer” online game, was all the rage.

Finn played too. “Can you tell her to meet us?”

“It’s not like I know her like that.” Her friends called over to her. “Listen, I can’t do this now,”

Charlene said.

“Contact Willa if you can. But whatever you do, go to bed early tonight. Eight o’clock. Eight o’clock, exactly.”

“I’ve been trying to stay up. I don’t exactly love my dreams lately.”

“We need to know,” he said. She had to be as curious about this as he was. Could they possibly meet in the park in their dreams?

“Yeah, okay…” Charlene said reluctantly.

Charlene looked straight at Amanda but spoke to Finn. “No one can know about this,” she said. Then she lowered her voice and hissed, “It isn’t safe.”

The coach’s whistle sounded shrilly. Charlene took off running but glanced back at Finn one last time. He saw fear in her eyes.

“Meet me!” he called out.

Charlene didn’t answer, but her eyes registered that she’d heard.

After a moment, Amanda said, “We’d better be getting back.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed.

“It isn’ t safe.”

Charlene’s warning seemed to hang in the air between them.

8

“I'm going to bed,” Finn announced, standing up from the dinner table and carrying his plate to the kitchen sink. He hadn’t been to bed at this hour since elementary school.

“Are you not feeling well?” His mother said, in shock.

“I’m feeling fine,” he said. “I’m just going to bed early, if that’s all right?”

“Have you finished your homework?”

“Yes, it’s done. I stayed after for study hall.”

“You what?” She set down a bowl of mashed potatoes and crossed her arms. “Finn?” She eyed him suspiciously. “You stayed after school to do your homework, and now you’re heading to bed at seven-fifteen?” The night before last, his mother had received a call from her contact on the DHI team, asking if Finn had been to the Magic Kingdom lately. Finn had denied going, feeling awful about lying, but knowing she wouldn’t believe him. She’d grounded him. Finn didn’t even try to challenge her, and that had convinced her of his guilt. “If you’re planning to sneak out—”

“No way!” Finn said. “I’m not, I promise.” He stepped forward and kissed her. “Good night, Mom.”

“I’m going to check on you when your father gets home.”

“Okay,” Finn said. “Just don’t wake me up. Please,” he added. “I need a good night’s sleep.”

He checked his computer. No interesting e-mail. He debated logging on to VMK and looking for Charlene, but instead he changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth, passing his mother in the hall on the way back from the bathroom.

She wore her concern openly. “It’s only seven-fifteen,” she reminded him. “We could catch the Simpsons.”

She’d trapped him. This was an offer he would never normally turn down.

“I’m going to pass, Mom, but thanks.”

“It’s a bad rule, making you get approval before going. A stupid rule, really. If you…if you took a friend to the park…well…your father and I would understand how you wouldn’t have wanted to tell us.”

Finn considered her olive branch. “Amanda,” he said. “Her name’s Amanda.”

Relief spread across his mother’s face. He feared she might hug him.

She was smiling now. Beaming.

“’Night, Mom.”

She looked like she might cry.

“I’ll talk to your father,” was all she said.

Finn knew he wouldn’t be grounded by morning.

He shut his bedroom door. If he crossed over into the park, he didn’t want to be in his pajamas, so he changed back into jeans and a T-shirt. He lay there for fifteen wakeful minutes with the lights out, checking the clock regularly. He tried to relax. Dusk played at the edges of his shades. It felt like the middle of the day. He cleared his mind, dozed off, and finally sank into a deep sleep.