I
t was a winter afternoon. Briersville Park was sodden and glistening. Rain pelted down, hitting the vegetable garden path with a vengeance, smacking its green algae surface so that each drop split into a hundred smaller drops that bounced up again. Two frogs hid under the outstretched leg of a stone cupid in the center of a pond, and the orange fish there dived to its murky bottom for shelter.

Water dripped down AH2's dark face. His black, snug, weatherproof trousers and jacket were covered in mud, since he'd just spent fifteen minutes crawling through three llama fields toward this grand house, Briersville Park. Now he pulled his ski mask back behind his ears so that he could better hear. Children's voices, whoops, and shouts, and the sound of barks
were coming from the other side of a high wall.

There was a heavy door set in the brickwork, but he didn't dare use that. Instead, taking first a furtive look about to check he wasn't watched, he put his hands on the leafless branches of an old apple tree that was fastened to the wall. With the ease of a trained soldier, he climbed up to its crest.

There she was. He was certain. The alien girl who went by the name Molly Moon was playing at the edge of a swimming pool with two boys who AH2 guessed were the same age as the Moon girlâabout eleven years old. One was the black boy AH2 recognized from an ad that he and Molly Moon had starred in. Beside him was another boy who looked like he was the alien girl's twin. He had similar light brown curly hair and the same potato-shaped nose and identical strong but closely set green eyes. Was this boy an alien, too? AH2 twitched. Then he got a shock. All of a sudden a large, gray object that he had presumed to be a sunken blowup dinghy emerged from the pool. It was an elephant, and it squirted a few gallons of water at the children, drenching them further and making the small black pug that was with them bark. The children laughed and shouted at the elephant before it tipped its body back toward the deep end for another swim.

AH2 shook his head in nonplussed amazement,
then returned to his task. Quickly he unzipped his front jacket pocket and pulled out a small, loaded rifle, resting it on the top of the wall. He peered through its sights. Molly Moon's head and shoulders came into view. Her wet hair fell to one side, exposing a fairly wide expanse of her neck. AH2 gritted his teeth. If only Molly Moon would stop jumping up and down and if only that look-alike boy would get out of the way. AH2 waited patiently until Molly Moon's neck was aligned in the red target circle of his rifle's sights again. He waited for the elephant. His aim was to use the animal as a distraction and to shoot at the same moment as the elephant hosed the children down.

The elephant rose up from the water and fired. At the same time, AH2 pulled the trigger. His dart hit first; the water hit Molly Moon a split second later. Everyone screeched, and in the commotion of the moment Molly Moon's yelp was lost. She reached up and cupped her neck.

“Ow, Amrit!” she complained. “That water had a stone in it!”

“Bingo!” AH2 murmured. He dropped silently from the garden wall and ran toward the llama fields. Running swiftly and darting behind the animal-shaped bushes there whenever possible, he made his way to the far woods beyond, to where his black car was
parked. Slipping into the front seat, he took off his ski mask and his jacket and reached for the brown package on the passenger seat.

Drying his hands, he unpacked the red, radiolike box inside it and pulled out its antenna. Switching on the device, he pointed it in the direction of Briersville Park, to its gardens and its swimming pool. The machine bleeped reassuringly.

“Got you, alien Moon girl,” AH2 said with a satisfied smack of his lips. He picked up his phone and tapped in a message to his superior, AH1.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
.

Two

Molly and Micky Moon were sitting in an emerald green sports car, speeding up the motorway under a heavy gray sky. Molly felt like some sort of pet animal, as she was stuffed in the cramped space behind the two front seats where her twin brother, Micky, and their new tutor, Miss Hunroe, sat at the wheel.

Miss Hunroe was very glamorous looking and not at all like Molly thought a tutor should be. Her hair was peroxide blond and kinked so that it almost formed stairs down the side of her head. Her hazel eyes, which Molly could see in the rearview mirror, watching any approaching cars that might be trying to overtake her, were large and long lashed. And her pale skin had a clean, translucent beauty. Her cheeks were tinged a pretty, wholesome pink. Her clothes
were very unteacherly, too.

She wore a smart cream suit with a silk shirt underneath, and on one of her red-nailed fingers, she wore a heavy gold ring with an emerald embedded in it.

She steered the car with her left hand. Her right hand, meanwhile, held a gold coin. As she drove, she flipped it along her fingers so that it turned like a rolling wheel in between her knuckles. Every time another car obstructed the fast lane, she would flip the gold coin, saying, “Heads!” or “Tails!” She'd catch the coin on the back of her right hand. If she won the toss, she'd flash her lights and drive really close to the car in front until the vehicle moved over and let her pass. Then she'd speed offâwell over a hundred miles an hourâuntil the offending car was a long way behind.

Molly gripped the back of Micky's seat. Miss Hunroe's driving, along with her rose-scented perfume, was making Molly feel sick. She hoped she wouldn't be. That would really spoil the day, she thought, if she was sick all over the leather seats of Miss Hunroe's car.

“Interesting way of driving,” Micky commented dryly, looking up from his crossword puzzle book as, yet again, Miss Hunroe flipped her coin and started to flash at the van in front.

“It keeps me amused,” Miss Hunroe replied. “I like
to see the law of odds in action. There's a fifty-fifty chance that I should or shouldn't pass, yet somehow this coin always lands on what I've guessed it will land on. So I always pass! It's as if the coin wants to get back to London as quickly as possible!”

And so on they drove, as if in some sort of a race, upsetting the other traffic on the road, causing other drivers to raise fists and blast their horns. Molly stared at the straight road ahead, as she knew that an eye on the horizon would help her carsick feeling. She watched a cat-shaped cloud turn into the shape of a dragon and kept watching the clouds until her stomach felt better. Every so often Micky began a conversation with Miss Hunroe. These went something like, “Butanoic acid. Miss Hunroe, isn't that the name of the colorless liquid that causes that nasty rancid smell in butter?” or “That word
cache
. Miss Hunroe, do you spell it like that? Does it mean âa secret place where a store of things is kept hidden'?” Then, when Micky had moved on to his special book of riddles, he started to test Miss Hunroe.

“The beginning of Eternity,

The end of time and space,

The beginning of every end,

And the end of every place. What am I?

“Shall I tell you, Miss Hunroe? The answer's E. The letter E. Clever, eh?”

“Sorry, dear, I can't talk. I'm driving,” was usually Miss Hunroe's answer to whatever question or riddle Micky threw at her, and so he went on with his puzzles alone, or he looked out of the window or craned his neck to talk to Molly or consulted his compass to see in what direction they were heading.

AH2 drove behind, in his sleek black car, keeping his distance. His locator box was switched on, so that however crazily the emerald green sports car drove, he could always tell where the alien girl, Molly Moon, was. He sucked on cool mints and listened to space-age ambient music that twanged and tocked, reminding him, he thought, of the size of the universe. He wondered how far away Molly Moon's planet was. And he thrilled to think that soon he would meet a real, living extraterrestrial.

Finally the countryside gave way to concrete and brick, and soon he was driving on an overpass, past a glass-and-steel office building onto the main drag into London.

“Ah, the smoke!” Miss Hunroe gasped. “Culture and art! Heaven! Nearly in! Kensington and Chelsea soon! And the weather doesn't seem to be bad at all!”

Both sides of the road now became punctuated with black taxis with their famous old-fashioned curvy design. Big red double-decker buses chugged past. Some were open-ended at the back so that people could jump on and off at traffic lights. And quicker than Molly had expected, they came to their destination. As the car drove alongside the tall iron railings of a giant Victorian building with four gothic towers spread out on its top, Miss Huroe announced, “So here we are! The natural history museum! This is where lessons start.” She swerved the car into a
DIPLOMATS ONLY
parking space.

“What's a diplomat?” Molly asked.

“It's a special person,” said Micky, “who works for the government of a country. Their job is to go and live in
another
country, where they sort out stuff for the people of their
own
country in that
other
country, if you see what I mean.” Then he looked at Miss Hunroe as though through a magnifying glass. “You're not a diplomat, are you, Miss Hunroe?”

“Oh, no!” Miss Hunroe answered, adjusting her wavy blond hair and turning the car's driving mirror to put on her red lipstick.

“Umâ¦then won't you get a ticket?” Molly asked.

“Definitely not. I've made arrangements,” declared their new tutor mischievously, tapping a pass of some
sort that was slotted into a plastic holder in the windshield.

They all got out. Molly's legs felt very stiff when she stood up straight. She shook them out.

The previous day, Molly had been sitting in one of the attic rooms of Briersville Park, on a wide window ledge with her legs pulled up to her chin. Rocky, the boy who she'd grown up with in the Briersville orphanage, Hardwick House, had been leaning against the wall while Micky sat in a red armchair, with Petula, their black pet pug, at his feet. He'd been scouring the papers for interesting news and reading out bits from a book of riddles to Molly and Rocky. A fire crackled in the hearth. They were all in dry clothes, having gotten back inside from spending all afternoon with Amrit, their pet elephant, who loved to play in the pool.

Molly remembered how ill Rocky had looked. How he had flopped down in the furry chair and pulled a cushion on top of him. His brown skin appeared grayer. He looked like he was catching the flu, the same flu that Ojas, their Indian friend, had caught. It was then that the phone had rung. Molly had picked it up. It was Lucy Logan.

“Hello, Molly, it's me.”

“Oh, hi, Lucy.” Molly couldn't quite bring herself
to call Lucy Logan “Mum” even though she was her mum. She was of course Micky's mum, too, and Rocky and Ojas's adopted mum, but all of them called her Lucy. She had been away with Ojas and Primo for a night in Yorkshire.

“How are things?”

“Fine. Well, sort of. Rocky's ill. Is Ojas better?”

“Not really, and now your dadâ¦ermâ¦Primo's feeling bad, too. We'll be back tonight but, annoyingly, after dinner. The weather is shocking. It's as if there's been a freak storm. We're in a terrible traffic jam. Apparently a huge truck full of milk skidded and turned over. It's completely blocked the motorway.”

“Well, you know what they say,” Molly replied. “Don't cry over spilled milk!”

Lucy laughed down the phone.

“Well, we won't, but it is a bit boring. We could practically walk back quicker. But listen, don't forget, the new tutor is coming for supper tonight. Be polite. Show her around. And we got the elephant chairâ¦.”

In the background, Molly could hear Ojas's voice. “The howdah,” he corrected Lucy.

“Yes, the howdah. We think it will fit Amrit perfectly.”

When Molly put down the phone, Micky glanced up from the papers. “Says here there's a flu epidemic
happening.” He wrinkled his nose crossly. “Wish I'd remembered to pack some medicine before I left the twenty-sixth century.”

“Wish you had,” Rocky moaned. “I bet there was brilliant medicine there.”

“Sure was,” Micky agreed. “They have a cure for practically everything in five hundred years. Suppose we could always nip forward and get some pills. Fancy a quick trip, Molly?”

This may seem a strange way for someone to talk, as if they came from the future, but in Micky's case, it wasn't. For Micky did in fact come from the future.

“I'd love to take you, but Primo and Lucy say I'm not allowed,” Molly replied. “I told you, they've confiscated my time-travel crystals and my time-stopping crystals. Can you believe it?”

This also may seem like an odd thing to say. But in Molly's case it was entirely apt.

For Molly was a time traveler and a time stopper. She was also a world-class hypnotist. The odd thing about Molly, though, was that though she had all these amazing skills, she had never found that she had any talent for schoolwork. So, that afternoon, she'd stared out of the window, dreading the new tutor who was coming.

“I'm a bit worried about this teacher,” she confided.
“Bet she hates me. All teachers hate me.” She sighed. “Always. Mind you,” she added more quietly, wiping the misted-up windowpane with the sleeve of her sweater, “I usually hate them.”

“Oh, she'll be fine,” said Rocky, raising himself from his slump. “She won't be anything like the teachers we used to have, Molly. Lucy and Primo
chose
her. Even Forest says she sounds cool.” Forest was the aging hippie who Molly and Rocky had met in Los Angeles, who also now lived in the big house that was Briersville Park.

“Talking of teachers,” said Micky, folding his newspaper into a huge paper dart, “will you teach me how to hypnotize again, Molly? I'm sure I'll pick it up quickly, since I used to be so good at it.”

Molly nodded. “Of course. Whenever you want.” A week or so before, Molly and Micky had been a few hundred years in the future, where Micky had been put on a mind machine. It had sucked all his knowledge of how to hypnotize out of his head. “Or,” Molly suggested, “there's the book in the library downstairs. You could use that. That's how I learned to start with. It's called
Hypnotism: An Ancient Art Explained
. Are you still getting nightmares about the mind machine?”

“Not really.” Micky threw the newspaper dart into the fire, where it burst into flames.

“My head really hurts,” said Rocky. He pulled a blanket off the sofa and lay down on the carpet in front of the fire, beside Petula. Petula dropped the stone that she had been sucking and snuggled up to him.

Molly shut her eyes. “
Hypnotism: An Ancient Art Explained.”
The title of the old book swam around her head. That book had changed her life. And ever since she'd found it, she'd been traveling. Traveling all over the world and through time.

“You gotta calm down, Molly,” Forest had said. “Gotta, like, get into the groove of yer
own
time.” That was when Lucy and Primo had hidden her special chain with the time-travel crystals on it. “Just so you won't be tempted,” Lucy had said. “You really should stay in this time for a bit, Molly,” she had recommended. “And try not to use the hypnotism. Live like an ordinary girl. It'll be good for you.” She had given Molly a new chain with four animals on itâa black pug, a silver elephant, and two blackbirds. “You can wear your pets instead. They're sweet, aren't they?”

Molly had felt happy to start with, like a bird glad to be back home safe in its nest. But then something started to happen. Molly found herself longing for excitement and wanting to spread her wings again. You see, all her life she'd been cooped up in an orphanage. She loved the freedom of adventure. And so, quite
soon, life started to feel a bit boring. She wanted to see more of the world. She wanted more unpredictability. But her parents and Forest had insisted that a normal time was needed. This was why a teacher had been hired.

Primo, Lucy, and Forest said that Molly, Micky, Rocky, and Ojas couldn't carry on as though life was one big holiday. They needed to have routine, working and playing. Lucy had promised that the tutor who was coming was
very
nice, but Molly was dreading lessons. As far as she knew, lessons were when you watched the clock, or got picked on by a teacher, or where you got punished for not knowing the right answer. Micky and Rocky were both natural students, good at learning, and easily able to work. Ojas was keen as mustard. He'd never been to school ever. “You don't know how lucky you are, Molly,” he had told her. “Where I come from, some children can't even read. Don't you want to get more and more clever? Don't you want to know things?” Molly did, but she didn't want a teacher having anything to do with it. All the teachers she'd ever known had been small-minded and mean. “I'd rather teach myself and learn straight from the world,” she'd said.

Molly was a straight talker, but there was one thing that she had kept secret from everyone at Briersville
Park. She sat on the secret like a chicken on an uncomfortable egg.

On her trip to the future, Molly had discovered that she had developed a new skill. But it wasn't a skill that she could ever tell her friends and family about. For Molly's newest skill was
mind reading
.

Imagine if your friends could read your mind! You might start to avoid seeing them, for you might worry that they'd see something in your mind that you didn't want them to see. Even though Molly had decided not to use her newfound powers on her family and friends, she knew that, if they knew what she could do, they might start to mistrust her. They might assume that she was probing into their heads to see their thoughts. And so Molly had decided to keep sitting on her spiky egg of a secret.

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