The Tipton Hotel was busy with kids who had won the contest. Six chosen teenagers had received the free tickets for two, but only one set had obtained the backstage pass for a day with Hanna. Phil and Keely were excited and exuberantly pumped for the contest. They had left Pickford surrounded by their friends and a folly of flashing lights, and in Boston, they landed once more again to a slight and yet inexplicable barrage of lights. Phil wondered about it at first, but then he and Keely were photographed in a store at the airport. Maybe they were in the line of fire of tourists. Before they reached the Tipton, they were a bit early for their suite, so they went to get a brief dinner in a restaurant, and there again were photographed together. It was at that moment that Phil started suspecting that this was an incident not connected to winning concert tickets. Maybe someone was following them around, maybe someone who wanted a chronicle of his life with Keely. When he voiced his suspicion, Keely said he was imagining things.

"Phil," Keely emerged from their Boston cab first and turned back to him. "You're imagining things."

"Keely," Phil noticed Esteban Ramirez the bellboy collecting his one bag and Keely's twelve from the taxi. "I can't get the feeling that we're being followed. I bet my dad followed us in a skyak and is monitoring our activity for my mom. He promised we could come alone and now he's gone back on his word."

"Why don't you call him and ask him." Keely stood on the steps before the Tipton and pulled her hair out of her face. Boston was much windier than their native Pickford and her blonde hair-do would not survive these oceanic breezes. Pulling out a clip to hold her hair back, she noticed Phil pulling the Wizard out by habit.

"Not here…" She looked to Esteban watching them. "Wait till we get to the room." She was now in the habit of helping him hide his future technology. He had been too used to pulling them out for practically everything. Phil took her hand delicately as they lightly treaded into the Tipton Hotel and entered into a world they had never been in before. The Tipton was much more grand that the Pickford town hall. Norman the doorman pushed the door open to a palace with a sunken floor and a high ceiling supported by columns. The color tones were in gold, soft tan and royal emerald green coloring the walls. The furniture was grand, the décor extravagant. Ambassadors and elected officials communed in the lobby along with two blonde twins rolling through on skateboards an irate African-American man chasing after them. The lobby was almost the Americanized version of an English castle. Keely felt as if she was losing her breath, but Phil felt as if he was back in the Renaissance. He wondered if maybe they should have brought a parent with them. They passed Irene the concierge and noticed Irwin talking to Maddie the candy girl. Another annoying camera flash stole a photo of them as they looked for the source.

"Don't say it." Keely stopped Phil from commenting about it. She looked upon the placard, which announced singer Carie Martin in the hotel lounge, and caught an image of someone who resembled her old friend Tia Chen from Pickford, but she had darker and longer hair than Tia ever did and was dressed in an expensive DiGiornia original gown with diamond necklaces and bobbing diamond earrings. Even Tia did not have that kind of money. It had to be London Tipton, the cousin she had often mentioned. The teenage hotel heiress silently trapped in her own mind was heading toward the elevators with seven bellboys carrying twenty shopping bags behind her. There was a chirping noise from her purse and London moved her pet Pomeranian to her other arm to answer her cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello," Pim Diffy leaned back in her Pickford home and spoke over her headset. "Let me introduce you to PIM, the People in Mortality fund indebted to helping people in adversity. For a first donation of $250, you can help the unfortunate get health benefits, homes, Internet access, surface-to-air missiles, their own island country…."

"I'll give you a thousand dollars to never call me again."

"I love you!!!!" Pim cheered out loud. "Please, stay on the line for a recording to where you can send your tax-exempt donation…"

Phil stopped and stood at the admissions desk before manager Marion Moseby returning to his post. He tilted back his head with a big grin, his pack slung over his shoulder and Keely proudly on his other arm. Moseby was not impressed.

"Yes?"

"Reservation for Diffy and Teslow?"

"Let's see here…" Moseby started pushing buttons on the hotel computer. "Reservation, yes… Luggage…" He noticed Esteban rolling it up. "Check… Parental guardians…" He looked around. "Are they invisible?"

"They're dropping us off." Phil looked to Moseby a bit more creative and logical in his excuses. "They'll check in later tonight."

"Oh good, I'll be expecting him."

"Well, you'll be seeing him." Phil checked on his Wizard in his pack. All he had to do was use it to change himself into his father and check them both into the hotel. Moseby handed over the scan keys to the teenager's suite, eager to be practically rid of them as if two certain twin boys had left him an eternal distaste for anyone younger than twenty. With a gesture, he directed Esteban to accompany them. Phil jostled his pack a bit and backed up against the potted plant behind him to allow the Venturi family to check in behind them. When he backed up, the pot pushed something up out of his pack and a flickering future device was leaned backward and out, sliding over the soft fern and dropping it lightly into the sofa behind it.

"Excuse me…" Derek Venturi had noticed Keely and had sidled up to her grinning at her. "Aren't you Alyson Michalka?"

"No…" Keely beamed, feeling her ego about her looks shooting through the sky. "But thank you very much!"

"Derek…" Casey pulled her stepbrother and his active hormones back. "You've been seeing celebrities since we left Chicago. First it was Reese Witherspoon, then Vanessa Anne Hudgins, and now Alyson Michalka?"

"Oh yeah," Derek looked her over. "Well, you thought you saw Zack Efron at the bookstore." He folded his hands and waited as his mother checked them into the hotel. Noticing the candy counter, he pulled a dollar from his pocket to get himself some licorice. Maddie Fitzpatrick alighted on his good looks and beamed ear to ear.

"You know," She had heard Derek talking to his sister. "Some people say I look like Ashley Tisdale." She shined and grinned ear-to-ear. "You know, from High School Musical?" Derek leaned back trying to see it himself.

"I don't see it."

"What is wrong with you, people?!!!"

Derek stepped back and noticed his mother snapping her fingers at him to keep up. His eyes noticed the strange device on the sofa and his mind wondered what it was. He started to reach for it to check it out.

"Derek!" His mother wanted him. "Get the bags."

"Yeah, right…."

Through the revolving doors of the Tipton, Lizzie McGuire and her best friend, David Gordon, arrived accompanied by her father. She had been having a bad time since winning her front row tickets. First, her other best friend, Miranda Rodriguez, had acquired the measles and could not come with her. At the airport, she was mistaken for Hillary Duff and had to escape a gang of kids. Her father then got lost in their rental car and drove out to Beacon Street where a postman named Cliff Clavin directed them to the Tipton. At the stoplight en route, a group of kids in an open convertible mistook her again for Hillary Duff and her father had to drive to Cambridge to escape them. Local Lawyer John Cage gave them directions back to the Tipton with Lizzie hiding in the back seat out of public eye. Finally reaching the Tipton, Lizzie tried to disguise herself with sunglasses and Gordo's baseball cap hiding her blonde hair, but it didn't work.

"Oh my god!!!" Derek stopped from heading to his suite with his mother and sister. "It's Hillary Duff!!! I love you!!!"

"See ya!" Lizzie continued spinning through the revolving doors to make her escape. Why couldn't she get mistaken for someone who wasn't so famous? Gordo meanwhile hastened a few steps forward and stopped at the sofa before the admission desk. He stopped and noticed the object sitting on the seat before him and picked it up, his eyes scrutinizing every unlabeled violet button, the small screen reflecting a stream of intermittent data and the slightly worn brand name that read just barely "The Wizard." Wondering if it was some sort of computer game he had never seen before, he twisted a dial as certain words popped up on the screen: holo-phone, transmorph, video contacts, data storage….

"Oh, hey…" He noticed Zack Martin coming up alongside him. "Did you lose this?"

"Okay…." Zack was always willing to accept free junk.

"Keely," On the Eighteenth floor, Phil started digging through his pack upon reaching his suite with Keely. "I can't find my Wizard!"

"Phil…" Keely fretted as well. "Don't do this to me. We've been using it to take pictures and everything. We just could not have lost it in Boston. Where did you last have it?"

"Let's see…" Phil thought back. "We had it at the airport in customs. We used it to download the map of Boston. We had it at the restaurant and I was looking over everyone's wish list in the cab."

"You left it in the cab?!"

"No," Phil searched his memories. "I acknowledged having it when we checked in because I was going to turn myself into my dad to go down and check us in. I must have been lost down there!"

"Well," Keely started pushing him to the door. "Go get it before someone else does!!!"

"No, no, no, no…." He raced back to the elevators hoping to catch up with Esteban returning to the lobby. One elevator was heading down, that was the one he tried calling back. In the elevator going up, Zack was twisting and pressing buttons trying to get the missing Wizard to work. It made a tiny screaming noise when he shook it, but surely that was not the only thing it did. Wondering if the command functions were locked out, he planned on looking up the brand name on it on the Internet then started looking for a place on it to hook it up to his computer games. Entering his suite, he grabbed a banana from the dinner table and hastened for the bedroom he had to share with his twin brother. Tossing a banana peel over his head, he continued pressing buttons until one of the words in the screen lit up. It read "Replication." He looked the violet and silver device over thinking that he had finally opened a video game file. Once more trying to get a video game to come on, he hit a button and heard a hum before faint images came on in the screen. Lights on the object flickered and he felt a flash from it and then noticed a shadow looming over him. He cocked his head up to see a large sumo wrestler looking and growling down upon him. Where did he come from?!!

"Sumo, now!!!"

Zack shrieked under his breath and hit the same button again. This time, a man appeared in the sumo wrestler's place. He was bald, wore a sweater vest and khaki pants and looked back upon Zack with a harmless but helpful glance.

"Welcome to fourth-dimensional quantum physics." The man said. "My name is Neil Hackett, and I will be your guide to the wonderful world of mathematics."

"You're a teacher???!" Zack became repulsed. "Ugh!!! Remind me to not hit your button again!!!" He clicked the Wizard to Hackett. In a slight burst of light, a short young girl with blonde hair replaced Hackett.

"Yeah? What do you want?" The image of Pim Diffy shot a disgusted look at him.

"Ugh…" Zack clicked the same button again and this time got a taller much more rapturous beauty with longer blonde hair and big blue eyes. She looked round briefly, and then noticed Zack.

"Hi, I'm Keely!" She waved to him. "Want to be my friend?"

"Hello, baby!!" Zack's heart went out and his eyes lit up. His jaw dropped in surprised awe and he lightly tossed his new toy aside, grabbed Keely and swooped her into his arms to begin kissing her.