Found[ edit ] A thirteen-year-old boy named Jonah had always known that he was adopted and had never thought much of it until he began receiving strange letters sent to his house. They end up in the middle of FBI investigation, people appearing and disappearing, and a strange tale from a woman named Angela DuPre, who saw a plane appear and later disappear from nowhere, and discovered 36 babies on board, minus pilot and copilot. The three come to realize that Jonah and Chip are important missing children from history who were transported to the 21st century by baby smuggling time travelers, whose names are Gary and Hodge. Later, they are unknowingly lured into a cave, known as a time hollow, with all but one of the other 36 missing children in an attempt by the smugglers to take them to the future. After they have defeated the smugglers, another time traveler from the future known to them as JB Janitor Boy decides to send Chip and another boy, Alex Curtis, back to the s, where they were originally taken from.
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Jonah struggled to pay attention. He and his younger sister, Katherine, had just traveled through time, from one foreign era to another. He was becoming an experienced time traveler—a thirteen-year-old expert, you might even say. And his eyes. And his ears. And … Really, for all Jonah could tell, he and Katherine might be seconds away from being burned at the stake or tortured on a rack or trampled by stampeding horses fleeing a war. Anything was possible now.
No, no, Jonah told himself. Not right away, at least. JB was the true time-travel expert. It had taken a while, but Jonah trusted JB. Twice now he and Katherine had gone back in time with other kids. Each time, their mission had gotten a little complicated … and endangered them.
Jonah could have drowned. Katherine could have died in battle. Their friends could have been murdered. Near misses, Jonah thought. Those two words, together, had more meaning than Jonah could bear to think about at the moment.
Jonah wondered. But the pride was followed by a shiver. What if this is the year that fate catches up with us? That word—fate—prickled at his brain. It was too much for him to think about right now. He blinked and squinted, trying desperately to bring his vision into focus. But beyond that range everything was just a gray fog around him.
The only thing he could hear was a muffled thump-thump, thump-thump, off in the distance. He could feel some cold, hard surface beneath him—wood, maybe? Wet wood? Why would he be lying on wet boards?
We really tried…. Then Second himself had decided to change the past. Second had set up a reckless scheme to shift time from its intended path—to improve it, he said.
Now all of time—and history itself—was in danger of collapsing, unless Jonah and Katherine could keep stable. No pressure, Jonah told himself. Nothing to worry about.
It was too overwhelming to think about saving all of time, all of history, all of humanity from the year on. Jonah focused his thoughts a little more narrowly, on just one person: Andrea. Second promised, Jonah thought.
He promised if we fix , we can rescue Andrea…. Actually, it was a package deal. All of them were stuck in the past. And, sure, Jonah wanted each of his friends to be safe. But it was Andrea he thought about the most: Andrea with her soft gray eyes, her gleaming brown hair, her stubborn hope that … Katherine slugged Jonah in the arm. He stopped himself from looking again at the drawing of Andrea on the paper he was holding in his hand.
But it also proved that somewhere back in time Andrea was still okay. Jonah realized Katherine was waiting for an answer. He was trying to think of a better put-down, when something else struck him. He managed to raise himself slightly on trembling arms and turn his head toward his sister.
Was that blur of yellow her hair? Pink, her T-shirt? Blue, her jeans? It seemed wrong, all those bright colors in the midst of the gray haze. Which would make fixing even harder. It looked like some antique meant for—what? Holding a candle? Scooping flour? Jonah knew that the box was anything but antique, and that its appearance was completely fake. Having it look so primitive now probably meant that the technology in would be really, really lame.
But Jonah was just glad to have an Elucidator. On their trip to , Second had made sure they lost it. And exposed. Jonah managed to hold himself back from grabbing the Elucidator and clutching it like a little kid with a security blanket. Right away? Usually JB was all about being cautious, not taking chances.
Staying hidden. We really messed up. You have to understand—time travel was so young then. We were as confused as all those early European explorers in their Age of Discovery. All their crazy notions … Did you know they thought that in the summertime the North Pole would be as hot as the equator, because of the constant sunshine? Time travel is not like geography.
There are so many complications. So many extra variables. He could see past the Elucidator now, past Katherine. Beyond her a thin layer of ice shone dully on a weathered wood floor and a cluster of equally weathered-looking barrels. And beyond that—Jonah squinted—was fog.
He snorted, because the salt water in the air was stinging his nostrils. He sat all the way up, swaying only slightly. Now he could see the spot where the wooden floor met a wooden wall of sorts. But the wall rose up only about three or four feet. After that—Jonah looked toward the gray, foggy sky—there was an intricate arrangement of ropes leading up to billows of dingy, tattered white cloth. Sails, Jonah thought. The ropes also had a sheen of iciness. Icicles hung from the side of the ship.
The world around them seemed like the kind of place that never thawed. He gasped. Of course! Or at least more educated ones. He glanced over at Katherine, and she was actually grinning. Or, Jonah thought, some icy old explorer? Maybe it was sea-sickness? But it was scary knowing he was supposed to be someone other than Jonah Skidmore, ordinary kid, adopted by an ordinary family.
No, it was terrifying. Suddenly his stomach felt fine. Just … hungry. Jonah had never been a big fan of fish, mainly because he could eat a bunch of it and be hungry again fifteen minutes later.
The Missing (novel series)
Start your review of Torn The Missing, 4 Write a review Aug 02, Nerd-Light-Books rated it liked it After a tip from the author on her facebook page, I put my name in, and I got an advanced copy of this book! I was SO excited! I really love this series. This book is part of a series. If you have not read Found, Sent and Sabotaged, read on at your own risk!
Jonah struggled to pay attention. He and his younger sister, Katherine, had just traveled through time, from one foreign era to another. He was becoming an experienced time traveler—a thirteen-year-old expert, you might even say. And his eyes. And his ears. And … Really, for all Jonah could tell, he and Katherine might be seconds away from being burned at the stake or tortured on a rack or trampled by stampeding horses fleeing a war.
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