As soon as I slipped my feet into my boots, I poised a finger over the glowing orange button in the garage. Something scurried over by the trashcan, but it was too dark to see. My heart jumped against my ribcage. I really didn't want to know the source of the sound, but I jabbed the button anyway.
Sunlight flooded in. Everything looked normal, except Mom's empty parking space.
I stood still, listening, while I let my heartbeat slow to a steady hammering. Maybe Whaty-Whats had electrodes I could attach to my head to zap me back into Normalville. All those weird sounds I'd been hearing like the bells and the scurrying were getting old fast.
After I pushed my bike to the driveway, I ran back inside the garage. The future Olympic Sport of bolting out before the door squishes me began. I won. Go me.