Hi there. I believe we’ve met before.
I’m Tiger Brooks, the guy who travels with his friend Luna Lopez through a magical picture frame into great works of art. I suppose you know that our time travels only happen during the hour of power. At four o’clock, we get sucked into a painting, and if we’re not back where we started at exactly five o’clock, we’re stuck in the world of art forever.
That’s right, I said forever, as in F-O-R-E-V-E-R. There’s no coming back. It’s not like you can call a friend and say, “I’m ready to come home now.” The one thing I’ve learned about the world of art is that the cell phone reception there seriously stinks.
Our magical picture frame is located in our neighbor Viola Dots’s house. It pulled her son, David, right out of her living room fifty years ago, and she’s been searching for him in paintings ever since. Luna and I have been trying to help her find him. Don’t ask me how this crazy frame got to be so magical. I don’t have a clue. But I can tell you that traveling through it is a fantastic adventure.
Let me warn you, the adventure I’m going to tell you about is different from the ones before. It has, as my grandma always says, a completely new wrinkle. It’s funny that my grandma loves that expression, because the last thing she needs is a new wrinkle. She already has about a million of them. She even has some on her knees, but don’t tell her I told you.
I know you’re not reading this to learn about knee wrinkles. You want to know why this particular adventure is so different, right? Well, here’s a clue: The story is called the Journey to Forever. As in F-O-R-E-V-E-R.
So flip the page, friends, and dig in. As for me, I’ll be waiting for you at the end.