After the game, Mia got changed and trotted down the track to the tents. There was just time to hang her gear and towel up to dry, then get to the next activity. She found herself alongside Sophie, who was in the next tent.

“Oh, yeah, I thought about doing Tube Polo,” Sophie said when she learnt what Mia had been doing. “I’m okay with swimming, but not floating. I feel seasick straight away.”

Mia smiled. “I know a great way to fight sea sickness,” she said. She held up her wrist to demonstrate. “You press on your wrist, and …”

Her voice trailed off in amazement.

There was something on her wrist. A strip of cloth.

It was the motion sickness bracelet that Bear had made for her. She could feel the wad inside it.

“Yes?” Sophie asked politely. Mia remembered what she had been saying.

“Oh. Um. Yes. You press on your wrist, and that stimulates the nerves and stops your brain getting confused, so you don’t feel sick.”

“Okay. Maybe I’ll give it a try.” Sophie looked doubtful, but she went off to her tent, and left Mia staring at her wrist again. She was still wearing that bracelet! How was that possible?

There was only one way it could be possible.

The whole sailing challenge with Bear really had happened.

Mia’s mind was still whirling as she slowly made her way back to the next activity, with her hands in her pockets. She felt herself touch the compass – the one Joe had given her. When she checked it, it just had the normal four directions. She looked but couldn’t see a fifth point anywhere.

How could her memories of her adventure with Bear be so real?

Two impossible things had both happened in a very short time.

Hmm, Mia wondered. Were the two things connected? Had the compass somehow taken her to Bear?

She walked on more thoughtfully. Then she became aware of raised voices. Two boys were arguing.

“Oh, honestly, you’re always doing that!”

Mia couldn’t see what the problem was, but one of them stormed away. The other boy was left alone, looking unhappy. Whatever their problem was, it sounded like something the boy was doing was making him and his friends unhappy.

Like Mia used to do.

Mia looked at the bracelet again. And then at the compass.

Could it do its thing again, for someone who really needed it?

There was only one way to find out.

The boy was moping off. Mia hurried over to catch him up.

“Hi!” She realised she didn’t know his name. “Um – how’s it going?”

“It’s rubbish,” the boy grumbled. “Camp’s rubbish. I’m rubbish. Everything’s rubbish.”

“Well, you know …” Mia couldn’t really think of anything helpful to say. “Here. Maybe you’d like this?”

She held the compass out. The boy gazed suspiciously at it.

“Why?” he asked.