What do you do when every single person around you suddenly stops moving?
Olu's tummy felt wiggly. He had been wondering that exact question for about thirty seconds now — ever since he and his twin sister Adaeze touched a shiny old coin together at the Cairo bazaar.
*Whoosh!* A strange golden wind had swirled around them both. Then everything went completely, perfectly, utterly still.
The fruit seller stood frozen mid-shout, one hand raised high above a pile of bright oranges. A little girl was caught mid-skip, one foot hanging in the air like she had forgotten to come back down. And in the very middle of the crowded market lane, an enormous camel stood absolutely still, one big lip curled up in a funny, grumpy expression.
"Adaeze," Olu whispered. His heart beat fast. "Did we do this?"
"I think we did," she whispered back, her eyes wide. "And I think we need to fix it."
Olu looked down at the coin. It was round and golden, stamped with a picture of a bird — a hawk — and strange swirly writing. This wasn't just any coin. It belonged to somebody here in this frozen 1920s market. Until they found that person, Olu had a feeling time wasn't going anywhere.
They had to try three places.
