Chapters (105)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Epigraph
- Before it All Started
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Four Weeks Ago
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Now
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Four Weeks Ago
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Now
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Three Days Ago
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Now
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Two Hours Later
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- One Week Later
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading …
- Books by Ross Welford
- About the Publisher
I might have known this would happen. It’s all very well me keeping quiet, knowing – because I’m much older than him – that people will react with disbelief, or scoff, or simply not understand. But Seb doesn’t do that. He just says it all, straight out, while Dad’s face stays blank. Seb gets one of the Dreaminator boxes and holds it up to my phone to show Dad.
‘A Dreaminator?’ Dad says in a mysterious sort of voice.
‘Have you heard of it?’ I ask. I’m about to tell him that I met the inventor this morning, but I’m put off by his suspicious tone of voice.
‘The name rings a bell,’ Dad replies. ‘Dunno where from, though.’
At that point, Dad’s girlfriend calls for him and he has to go. I keep thinking that the word ‘Dreaminator’ has stirred up some memory in Dad that he doesn’t want to – or can’t – tell me.
Chapter 38
Hours later, I still can’t sleep. It’s a really warm night for September. I’ve flung the cover off and I lie there, listening to Seb snuffle.
‘You awake, Malk?’ he whispers.
‘Mm-hm.’
‘Me too. Are we going to do the dream, with the Nerf guns? Shooting Hitler?’
‘If we get to sleep, yeah.’
‘Cool.’ He lies back. ‘Will you read Kobi to me?’
I put the light on with a sigh. He’s already sitting up now and has got the book in his hands. I prop myself up on my pillow and start reading.
‘In the shadows of the cave, the fire flickers red,
And Kobi lies down with a rock beneath his head …’
We get halfway through the story, to the bit I know is his favourite.
‘A ride upon a mammoth? What a wonderful idea!
Kobi clambers up its trunk and hangs on to its ear …’
But Seb’s already asleep. When I close the book’s cover, I see something that I’ve never noticed before. On the flap is small, scrawly writing:
To Seb from Dad. Be brave like Kobi x
Only it’s obviously not Dad’s writing. It’s Seb’s.
Seb, who hardly ever mentions Dad. I turn out the light and flop back on to my hot pillow, a strange feeling inside me. I think it might be protectiveness towards my brother?
It’s new, and I don’t like it.
And that’s not all. Because, a few hours later, I’m dreaming the dream that will change everything.
Chapter 39
Remember: it was Seb’s idea. I can at least blame him for that. He was the one who came up with the idea of attacking Adolf Hitler.