‘Impossible is nothing,’ says GMT. That’s on a poster of Muhammed Ali, a boxer-poet, on the wall of our athletics club. ‘Coulda been both.’

‘Then there would have been two texts, not one,’ says Big Ben.

‘I meant the person in your class coulda been a criminal,’ says GMT.

‘Pete LMS? He’s too young. But he IS a bully,’ I say.

‘MC2 was a criminal at 12,’ says Big Ben, and GMT rolls her eyes clockwise 360°. I think she’s in love with MC2.

‘MC’s no more a criminal than my cat.’

I imagine a burglar dressed as a cat with a long black tail, leaping through time, stealing watches. A cat burglar.

Ama’s still walking round the room. Her eyes are shiny with damp and her cheeks are wet.

‘Kwesi’s missing and you’re talking bullies and crims. Wake up, Leaps!’

But we’re not asleep. I wish I WAS asleep, the cover pulled over my head, the world disappeared.

The room’s gone quiet again. You can hear the weather trying to get in through the windows. Ama stops pacing, then starts again. Big Ben looks out the window.

‘What date was it sent?’

‘Sent Tue 3 Mar 2048. 23:00.’ I’m replaying the image of the text in my head.

‘Two days’ time,’ says Big Ben. ‘It hasn’t happened yet.’

‘Yes, it HAS. I got the text last Thursday.’

‘Sent from the future,’ says Big Ben. ‘So it’s not fixed. It’s a Predictive. Only the text is fixed.’

It’s GMT’s turn to get up and walk round the room. Except she doesn’t walk in a circle, she walks up and down. At some stage, she and Ama will crash into each other. She talks as she walks.

‘We got time. We got the power to change it. I’ll tell MC. You just gotta be prepped, Elle. You’ll be cool.’

‘Two days,’ says Big Ben. ‘And six hours.’

‘To save my brother,’ says Ama.

She’s convinced Kwesi sent the text. I’m not so sure but I don’t say anything. Now’s the wrong time to speak. But just now was definitely the RIGHT time to speak. SOS L was a storm in my head and now I’ve let it out, like releasing the tightest cornrow into the biggest, yellowest, sunniest afro ever. I received a Predictive and Predictives don’t lie. SOS L is going to happen and it’s going to happen on my TwentyTwenty. I don’t know how but I do know when.

I’m ready.