Bandit and Cristela didn’t mention the dance, but I suppose it would’ve been awkward for Bandit to bring it up if he were attending with someone else. And Cristela and her girlfriend recently split, I suddenly remember.

The egg sizzles in the pan. Dad stares at me, even though he likes his yolks runny. “Archie was looking for you, too. You were supposed to go somewhere with him? He was banging around the basement all afternoon because you stood him up.”

Aw, crap. The tux shop. I’m a terrible, terrible sister.

“Did he end up getting a tux?” I ask. “He must have if he went to prom.”

Wordlessly, my dad gestures to a garment bag hanging from a chair at the dining table. A piece of white paper is stapled to the plastic.

I snatch up the receipt and scan it. The line items include: a white tux with purple stripes. A satin top hat. White gloves. Even a cane.

I gulp at the air. No. He couldn’t have. There’s no way he thought this outfit was appropriate.

“Dad?” I ask in a strangled voice. “Did you see Archie before he left the house?”

“I did.” He slides the egg onto a plate, the edges crispy and practically burned. It’s no secret where I got my cooking skills. “I wondered about his attire. But I didn’t want to crush his spirit. Goodness knows I’m not in touch with what’s hip these days.”

“Dad!” I yell, anguished. “It was a purple-striped tux! That’s not hip in any time period. Someone…must’ve tricked him. Maggie, most likely. He’s too smart to fall for it from anyone else. She must’ve convinced him purple stripes were the trendy look of the season. That he had to wear the tux in order to match her. And I wasn’t around to tell him otherwise.” I sway forward as the full horror of the situation sinks in. “They’re going to laugh at him, and it’s all my fault.”

Dad whirls so fast that it almost gives me whiplash. His eyes are as wide as dinner plates, his skin the same color as his egg whites. “Are you saying he’s about to be embarrassed in front of the entire school? Not just a few kids here and there but hundreds of them?”

I nod, a blast of ice hitting my core.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not in the original time stream. Not in any version of the future I was told about.”

I don’t even blink. Dad already admitted that he was being visited by a voice, even if I’m not sure how much he knows about Archie or the decimation he’ll cause.