“I want a do-over.”

His head lists to the side as he studies me. “Are you certain? Remember how we both threw up the last time.”

“I want to make a better impression. Look at me, I’ve only been here a few minutes and I’m already being ignored. I want to come in blazing.”

“Me, too. It’s embarrassing that I passed out in front of Bettie Watson.”

“You sort of passed out onto Bettie Watson.”

“A do-over it is.” He stares at me steadily, the right half of his face lit up in rainbow, a groove between his brows. “Say the words.”

“Take us back half an hour. Make my wish come true.”

Hall grabs my arm, and we spin, feet lifting off the floor. We’re flung through stark, heavy nothingness, compressing my lungs. I can’t get enough air, I can’t—

We land on our feet, but barely, toppling against the washing machine. It isn’t as bad this time around, maybe because we only traveled half an hour, and we went backward instead of forward. He catches me, both of us staggering. I knock over the Tony, breaking off the iconic medallion that sits within the trophy’s pewter swivel. Hall repairs it, but he’s still unsteady on his feet and his magic comes out wrong. The trophy grows to six times its normal size.

“What’d you do?”

“Shh, I’m fixing it!” he hisses. Since we’re still in the laundry room/bathroom, it’s almost as if we never left at all—except that the prismatic window film strikes the left side of Hall’s face now, the position of the sun rewound. He frowns determinedly at the trophy and it shrinks back to normal. The comedy and tragedy masks engraved in the medallion have been replaced with Idris Elba and James Corden as they appeared in the 2019 film Cats.

“Wait,” I interrupt before Hall can mess with it again.

He pauses.

“Keep it that way.”

“What?” His voice is high, and I gesture wildly to drive it back down into a whisper. It’s supposed to be half an hour ago, which means he and I should be hiding behind the cluster of lodgepole pines that Grandpa planted to prevent us kids from whizzing down the mountain to our deaths in our sleds. I quickly lock the door. “I can’t leave it like this. This is Bettie Watson’s Tony award!”

“That’s what she gets for not having enough pictures of me around. We’re going to fix that, too. I want you to switch out those dreamy glamour photos of Grandma with my mug shot. Also switch out Athena’s husband in all of their wedding pictures for Gritty, the mascot for the Philadelphia Flyers.”

Hall’s mouth pops open, terror in his eyes, as I say, “Make my wish come true.”

His jaws snaps together. “Let me fix the Tony.”

“How about instead of that, we give me a makeover.” I survey myself. “I’m not impressive enough, it seems.” Which is outrageous, because I’m wearing the vest from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Not a replica! It’s the real thing! “Give me something dazzling? Make my wish come true.”