After Johnathan gave our heroes the tour of the home, Donna found a letter on the ground to someone named Lewis.

Dear Lewis

Here you'll find a one-way ticket to Michigan and two silver dollars

I'm sorry about the loss

Your mom was my sister, so that makes us family

And I'll do my best to make you feel right at home

Einstein once said life is like a bicycle

To stay balanced you gotta keep moving forward

And so will we

You'll be escorted by two visitors of my boarding home

Their names are Obi-Wan and Anakin

Love, Uncle Johnathan

P.S., Sorry about the stain - it's chocolate

"You have cookies?" asked Donna.

"Any type," Johnathan answered.

"Cookies! Cookies!" shouted Animal as Emma controlled him.

"No, Animal," Emma said. "No cookies before dinner. I need to get back to my time for dinner."

"Your time?" asked Anson. "You mean, you're not from this period?"

"We're not," Donna answered.

Suddenly, a bunch of fairies, elves, and leprechauns started coming out. "This place is sort of a boarding home for magical creatures," said Johnathan. "And things are not what they seem around here."

By the door were three familiar figures to Donna. They were young Obi-Wan, young Anakin, and a grown-up Kitster. "We're back, Johnathan!" shouted Obi-Wan.

"I remember them," recalled Donna. "Obi-Wan was Anakin's mentor and Kitster was Anakin's best friend on Tatooine."

Next to Anakin, was a small little boy with pilot goggles and a suitcase, "Lewis" said Johnathan to the little boy, "I'm your Uncle Johnathan. I'm sorry about your parents."

"Are you wearing a robe?" asked Lewis.

"It's a kimono," Johnathan said. "Welcome to New Zebedee. Things can be a little strange around here. Also, it's poker night."

"I don't play poker," Lewis explained. "I'm 10. You have to be 18 to play."

"Not the way I play," Johnathan said. "We bet on cookies."

"Look at all these cookies, snickerdoodle, peanut butter," Vanessa said. "You can eat cookies till you throw up."

Everyone started to laugh. "When do we get to have dinner?" Anson asked. "My parents said no cookies before dinner."

"This *is* dinner," Johnathan said.

Johnathan explained himself on the previous owner, Issac Izard, and his wife Selena, whom hidden clocks before Issac died and Selena disappeared. He was also trying to figure out the purpose of the clock. Issac Izzard was a time warlock until World War II made him go crazy.

"Are you some kind of warlock?" asked Gabs.

"A cookie warlock," Johnathan answered. "Plus my best friend and neighbor, "Florence, is a flute witch. Unfortunately, the magic stopped 10 years ago."

"I forgot to tell you," replied Obi-Wan, "we got some complaints from the neighbors that you've been playing your saxophone at three in the morning, again."

"Come on," Johnathan said. "Someone's got to appreciate a little music. Tomorrow, who's up for a trip to Tasty Tommy's Malt Shop after school tomorrow?"

"US!" shouted everyone.

"I could learn about malt shops in Michigan and compare them with Washington State malt shops," Vanessa said.

Kitster came down. "Lewis is all unpacked," he replied, "including the eight ball we found."

Anakin was starting to worry about Lewis.

Upstairs in his room, he found Lewis clenching on the magic eight ball. It was the last thing their parents gave to them before the crash. Anakin knew what it was like to lose someone close to him. Then he decided to hug the little boy.