One lazy, Saturday morning a teenage boy and his pesky little sister sat at their kitchen table, slumped over with boredom and idly kicking at one another.
“Mo-o-om!” cried twelve-year old Lindsey. “Timmy kicked me!”
“Timmy, don't kick your sister,” replied their mother without even bothering to turn around.
“Don't call me 'Timmy,'” grumbled the fifteen year old boy. “And anyhow, we're bored. There's nothing to do around here.”
“You could help your father clean the garage,” answer mom.
“Yeah, why don't you go do some real work!” sneered Lindsey.
“Shut up, doofus!” snapped Tim.
“All you ever do is nerd stuff,” mocked Lindsey. “Video games, comic books, building model spaceships, and hanging around that fat, slob Paul.”
“Why don't you call up Paul and do something with him today?” asked mom.
“Nahhh, he's out of town, visiting his crazy Uncle Edmund in the asylum this weekend,” grumbled Tim.
“Too bad you only have one friend,” sneered Lindsey. “Poor, geeky, lonesome Timmy!”
“I told you, stop calling me 'Timmy,'” growled Tim.
Lindsey stood up from the table and took a single, cautious step away from where her brother sat... then launched into her most taunting, obnoxious voice: “Timmy! Timmy! Timmy! Timmy! Timmy! Timmy!”
“I said shut up!” roared Timmy, leaping from the table and chasing Lindsey out of the kitchen and down the hall.
She barely made it into her bedroom. Still squealing with giggles, she slammed the door behind her and locked it.
“I'm so sick of you, Lindsey!” yelled Tim, banging on the door. “I hate being your brother, you know that, don't you?”
“Mmmmm?” came the muffled reply of Lindsey's voice from behind the door. “That gives me an idea. I was saving this for the mean girls at school come Monday morning, but let's see if it works with you first!”
“Just shut up and leave me alone!” shouted Tim.
He turned to walk off back to his own room. Then suddenly Tim felt the floor fall out from under him.
Everything went pitch black and utterly silent.
And Tim found himself... elsewhere.
What happened to Tim?