Next thing I knew, I was directly in front of Glender’s face like I was in a helicopter flying by Mount Rushmore. I saw my family members floating by, and then I realized I was just like them … Somehow, each of us had become encased in one of Glender’s bubbles.

How that came to be is a long story for some other time because I had a more immediate problem. I was floating upwards to the ceiling. My bubble would soon’ pop’ and disappear … and me, with it!

 “What happens next?” I yelled to Grandpa

“There is no next,” she shouted, just before my bubble struck the ceiling. “There’s only now.”