“Meerow-wow-wow-wow!” cried Brightnose, clawing at the hand extending towards her from outside her comfortable bag. “Come on, Brightnose!” said a familiar voice. “It’s me, Dylan! I’ve got good news!” As the small, slender, dark gray cat padded slowly out of her bed- which was a paper shoe bag from over 500 years ago that said “Converse” on it - she looked up and saw a tall, brown-haired Asian man looking down at her. “What is it, Dylan? What is so important that you had to wake me up? Huh?!” Dylan looked at her like she had two heads, and then returned his gaze to the blinking, flashing computer monitor in front of him. “Look! With the correct materials, and a lot of math, I can create a time machine that can go forward or back in time!” “Seriously? You’re serious? Wow! I… I’m amazed!” said the tiny cat, staring at the screen, but not being able to decipher the words flashing up in foreign languages. “ I feel like a dog who actually caught a car! How long will it take to build?” “About six years.” replied Dylan. “WHAT!?!?” cried Brightnose. Then, sighing, she said “Alright, if that’s what it takes…

Six Years Later…

“Is it ready yet? Huh? IS IT???????”

“Almost. Very soon. Pass me that blowtorch. Hurry! It could break!”

“It had better be done soon.You said exactly six years!”

“No, I said ABOUT six years.”

“I don’t care. HURRY UP!!!!” shouted Brightnose, her bright silver nose turning a dark gray with impatience and anger. “Voila! It is finished!” cried Dylan. “Wow!” said Brightnose. “It’s… an egg. Was it supposed to look like that?” “Yes.” said Dylan. “Its ‘eggular’ shape allows it to have time flow around it safely and smoothly. It also looks really cool. Can you check it for me? I’m too big to fit inside.” As Brightnose climbed inside to inspect it, her long tail hit the button that closed the door and started the time machine! When she was inside, the time machine said “Hello. I am your Bionically Operational Stabilized System, but you can call me B.O.S.S.. Where in time would you like to go?” “Where would I like to go? Do you mean like to 2015 in the twenty-first century or something?” asked Brightnose, looking curiously around the time machine. “You want to go to 2015 in the twenty-first century?” asked the time machine. “OK, please buckle your seatbelt. Here we go!!"