The face of my phone had reversed itself. Everything read backwards, a mirror image of how it should look.
“Something's not right,” I gasped. As I turned to show Mum and Dad, the screen corrected itself, then flipped out as I turned back. Every time I moved, the screen did something different, wonky. “Things are definitely not right.”
“I think you're right,” Dad pointed to the mantle piece clock. The hour hand was speeding clockwise round the dial, while the minute hand did the same in reverse.
“It lied to us” I said, “It's not over yet!”
