9SEVEN HOURS AND SEVENTEEN MINUTES LATER"The posters are gone!" That's the first thing I notice when I come around the next morning.
(What does it mean?)
"Just the sports ones." Judd sounds a little hoarse, like he's still half-asleep. "The girls and cars are still there."
(But why? But why?)
"But why?" I look around the bedroom to see what else is different, casting for clues to whatever weirdness is coming our way. And then I see it. "Look! Look at your dresser!"
Judd props himself up against the wall and turns to look where I say. "My trophies!" He's stunned. "They're all gone!"
(For a teenage jock, this is like a wrecking ball to the nuts.)
"Every last one of them!" says Judd.
I feel bad for him and try to gloss over it. "Maybe people don't get trophies in this worl
