Chapter 3: Walked?!
"WALKED?!" Yelled Danny. "You mean to tell me someone who died years ago could somehow get into my kitchen and dirty up the floors – I just waxed them yesterday! She has no business being here!" "But Dad," Said DJ. "She can't go back, she just can't! She finally gets let out of hiding, makes a friend with me, and she just wants to stay!" All of a sudden, Danny heard, "Whoa! Who's the girl in black and white? Mr. T's gonna go nuts!" It was Kimmy. Stephanie replied, "He already did, Chicken Legs."
Danny walked in and said, "Kimmy, this is Anne Frank. The girl who you said named her diary Cat." "Well, Mr. T, I hate to tell you, but she did." "Actually," Said Anne, and Kimmy replied, "She speaks!" Anne continued her sentence. "Actually, I named my diary Kitty. And HOW do you happen to know what I named my diary?" "Kimmy, stay out of this. Anne, you might take this personally, but I need to talk to you."
Anne followed DJ to the living room. Anne sat on the sofa. "Anne," Said DJ, "You can't go back to the forties." Said DJ. "Why not?" Asked Anne. "Because, I have to tell you what will happen if you do." "What?" "On August 4, 1944, someone tells the Green Police where you are hiding. You and the others are taken to jail. After a few days in jail, you go to a camp. You keep being transported, until finally you and your sister make it to Bergen-Belson. You and Margot and Mrs. Van Pels – she came later – all die. The others, except your father, die."
Anne was stunned. "What day does the police come?" Asked Anne. "The fourth of August in 1944." Anne looked stunned again. "We might be too late!" Said Anne. "Why? Asked DJ. "Because, when I left, it was August 2, 1944. Now, it's the third. We have to bring everyone back here!" "But Anne, that's impossible. I mean, there's all the people who will see you, and your cards are stamped J and you all wear stars."
"I have a plan."