Four years ago …

‘Dillon squinted into the light. Otherworldly light! He could feel the power flooding over him. Through him. Dillon blazed through time, speeding into the far distant future. As he stepped out of the time-travelling light box, he gazed in awe at the fantastic world around him.’

‘What did I see?’ asked Dillon, quivering with excitement.

‘There were impossibly tall buildings, flying cars and hover shoes,’ continued Dad. ‘Everyone looked happy. Everyone looked healthy. Because in this future world, there was no illness or disease. The clever doctors had fixed it all.’

Dillon smiled up at his dad. ‘I like this story best.’

‘I think I do, too,’ said Dad. ‘I like imagining you as a time traveller.’

‘I like imagining a future world with no sickness,’ added Dillon.

‘Yes,’ agreed Dad quietly. ‘Yes, indeed.’

‘Is there more?’ asked Dillon, anticipation plain on his face. ‘What do I do in the future?’

‘Oh, you have lots of adventures, of course,’ said Dad, getting back into storytelling mode.

‘Tell me, tell me,’ pleaded Dillon.

‘Well, it seemed that Dillon wasn’t the only time traveller,’ continued Dad. ‘He was followed into the future by the super villain Bilirubin, who had sinister plans to take over the galaxy. It was up to Dillon and his almighty light box to save the day …’