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She backed toward the door. You should go. Something about the way he said it made a red flag go up in my head.

He just laughed. I was embarrassed as hell, but he got a real charge out of it. But not in front of anybody else, which made it okay. This time was different though.

Uncle Press leaned over and opened it for her. She gave him a quick, embarrassed nod of thanks, then shot me a look with the slightest hint of a sly smile. Then she was gone. Uncle Press closed the door and looked at me. I want you to come with me. He was a loose kind of guy. He was always goofing around, never seemed to take things all that seriously.

But tonight, he was dead serious. In fact, it almost seemed as if he looked a little…scared. County semis.

Good point. But I really was late, and it was a big game. It was weird. Have you ever seen me like this?

Something was definitely up. At that very minute there was a team waiting for me to help them win a county title.

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Not to mention a family, friends, and an almost-girlfriend who would be expecting me to trot out onto the court. But standing in front of me was a guy who was my own flesh and blood who needed my help. Uncle Press did a lot for me as I was growing up and never asked for a single thing in return. Until now. How could I turn him down?

I shrugged and started out. I trusted the guy. So I let my pack fall to the floor and headed for the door. I looked back and saw that he was looking around the house. Maybe I imagined this, but he seemed a little sad, as if this was the last time he was going to be here. And your family? What a dumb question. He took one more wistful look around, then turned to face me. The sad look was gone. In its place was the determined look of a guy who had business elsewhere.

He walked past me and headed down the front walk to the street. Uncle Press always dressed the same way, in jeans, boots, and a dark brown work shirt. Over this he wore a long, tan, leather coat that reached down to his knees. It flapped in the wind as he walked. In another time and place he could have been a dusty cowboy striding into town, or a military emissary carrying vital documents.

Uncle Press was indeed a unique character. Parked in front of my house was the sweetest looking motorcycle I ever saw. It looked like one of those multicolored Matchbox racers that I had played with not too long ago.

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But this bike was very big and very real. Uncle Press always did things in style. He grabbed the extra helmet from the seat and tossed it to me. I buckled up and he did the same. I was expecting some growling, gut-churning hog sound. But this bike was almost quiet. I hopped on the seat behind him and he glanced back to me. The bomb is gone except for one small ball, which Bobby slips into his pocket. At this point, Figgis the merchant lures Bobby and Loor into the mines, where they find an immense supply of tak.

They soon realize that Figgis is really Saint Dane. The real Figgis died when one of his own traps backfired. Disguised as Figgis, Saint Dane sold the tak to the Milago, urging them to rebel against the Bedoowan. At the same time, Saint Dane has disguised himself as Mallos, Queen Kagan's chief adviser, and had turned Bedoowan minds further against their neighbors. Seeing it is the only way out, Bobby throws his small ball of tak at the large supply, which ignites the tak and will cause all of it to explode underground.

Saint Dane escapes the impending destruction by using the flume in the mine to go to the territory of Cloral. By sending a high speed wave of water and a giant shark back through the flume, Bobby can't follow. To make matters worse for Bobby, the water knocked Loor against the wall of the cavern knocking her unconscious. Bobby just manages to escape the explosion by pushing a mine cart that held the unconscious Loor into the ocean through a ventilation shaft.

When Bobby swims back to the shore and surveys the damage, they find that although there had been lots of destruction because of the explosion, most of the people are still alive, including Uncle Press and Alder.

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The castle, symbolic of Bedoowan rule over the Milago, falls into the ocean because of the force of the explosion, most of the Milago huts are destroyed, and the glaze mines are forever closed. Thus, the two tribes can use their best strengths to rebuild and improve each other's lives Milago-farming and building and Bedoowan-engineering and chemistry. Bobby travels back to Second Earth with Uncle Press, hoping to find his family and carry on with his former life.

Unfortunately, he soon learns that his house and family have disappeared, leaving not even a trace to show that Bobby had once lived there, so he decides to travel to Cloral and continue his mission to avert Saint Dane's evil mission. We, as the reader are privy to Saint Dane and Bobby's struggle against each other. These two people are fighting for Halla, the universe and whether or not it should be kept stable or be destroyed.

While all this is going on for Bobby, his friends Courtney Chetwynde and Mark Dimond are on the receiving end of his Traveler journals, through a Traveler ring that Osa gave Mark in the middle of one night.

Following the advice of Osa, Bobby and Loor are using their spare time to write logs of their journeys, which are sent to their respective home territories via the Traveler rings. These rings are made of the same stone which lines the flume; when the desired territory is named, the ring becomes a minuscule version of the flume, through which the journals are dropped.

Although initially reluctant to believe the astonishing story, Mark and Courtney accept it in time. They soon have no choice; Bobby's family, his home, and all record of his existence have vanished without a trace. Only memory remains. When Bobby returns, he too must face this difficult fact. As his Uncle Press sets off for the territory of Cloral, Bobby goes with him to fulfill his duties as a Traveler. He doesn't want to be part of his destiny as Traveler but he has to accept it for all the territories.

Especially Second Earth.

Bobby always seems to mess things up but he is brave and has smart thinking. Bobby is very brave throughout the whole book. Saint Dane - The villain of the story, an evil Traveler capable of shape-shifting. His goal is to bring chaos to Halla and re-build it for himself.

Halla is everything that separates good from evil. It is very common of Saint Dane to make himself in an important position so he can create war and chaos on the inside feeding information and causing wars in all the territories.

Press Tilton - Bobby's uncle. They like you. Nothing in my wildest fantasy could have prepared me for that. I was speechless. And I wanted to tell you how I felt…and do this.

The kiss. It was the most amazing thirty seconds of my life.

And then I opened my eyes, and it was over. Uncle Press was standing there! Where did he come from? I pulled away from Courtney so fast that she still had her eyes closed. We were just kissing.

Granted, it was the big-league kiss of all time, but it was still just a kiss. Once Courtney realized what was happening, she went from zero to full-tilt embarrassed.

She wanted to be anywhere but there, and I wanted to be there with her. She backed toward the door. You should go. Something about the way he said it made a red flag go up in my head. He just laughed. I was embarrassed as hell, but he got a real charge out of it. But not in front of anybody else, which made it okay.

This time was different though. Uncle Press leaned over and opened it for her. She gave him a quick, embarrassed nod of thanks, then shot me a look with the slightest hint of a sly smile.

Then she was gone. Uncle Press closed the door and looked at me. He was a loose kind of guy. He was always goofing around, never seemed to take things all that seriously. But tonight, he was dead serious.

In fact, it almost seemed as if he looked a little…scared. I was prepared to argue on that last point, but man, he was acting pretty intense. It was weird. Have you ever seen me like this?

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At that very minute there was a team waiting for me to help them win a county title. Not to mention a family, friends, and an almost-girlfriend who would be expecting me to trot out onto the court. But standing in front of me was a guy who was my own flesh and blood who needed my help.

Uncle Press did a lot for me as I was growing up and never asked for a single thing in return. Until now. How could I turn him down? If he had answered the question truthfully, I would have run upstairs to my room and hid under the bed.

He was my uncle. I trusted the guy. So I let my pack fall to the floor and headed for the door. I looked back and saw that he was looking around the house.

Maybe I imagined this, but he seemed a little sad, as if this was the last time he was going to be here. And your family? He took one more wistful look around, then turned to face me.

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The sad look was gone. In its place was the determined look of a guy who had business elsewhere. He walked past me and headed down the front walk to the street. Uncle Press always dressed the same way, in jeans, boots, and a dark brown work shirt. Over this he wore a long, tan, leather coat that reached down to his knees.He was always goofing around, never seemed to take things all that seriously. I have no idea. Full of Never The and.

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