"I'm awake," Dawn insisted, slapping at her cheeks. "Really I am. It’s all coming back to me. Lunch, yesterday. Logan asked us to go to a movie. We said maybe. He said he'd treat. We said definitely. I remember." Dawn shrugged and smiled. "See? My amnesia is cured." Ding-dong!

"That must be him," I said, hopping up from the kitchen table. "I'll get it." "What’s he doing here so early?" I pointed to the clock on the microwave. "It’s one o'clock, sleepyhead."

Now Dawn was really awake. I don't think I've ever seen her move so fast. She gulped the rest of her orange juice, inhaled her cereal, and raced up the stairs to her room. Moments later she appeared dressed in a pair of jeans, a purple-and-white cotton baseball jersey, and a purple sun visor.

"Anyone want to bicycle into town with me?" she puffed, a little red-faced from all that running.

Logan wasn't fooled. He grinned. "You sound like you just ran a marathon. Maybe you ought to take a break for a few minutes before we hit the street."

"Thanks." Dawn collapsed into a chair, gasping for air. "I don't mind if I do."

Twenty minutes later, we were pedaling downtown. I just love spring in Stoneybrook. Daffodils and irises poke their heads up along the walkways of Main Street. Apple trees are in bloom, and the air smells delicious.

Summer fashions had taken over the window displays and we oohed and ahed. our way to the downtown cinema. We locked our bikes in the rack out front and then took our place in the ticket line, which was fairly long.

It was moving pretty slowly, too. As we passed the window of the candy store near the theater, I noticed an unusual poster. It was a picture of a very sad-looking elephant.

Prison bars had been drawn across his face.

" 'Free Babar/ " I read out loud. "Did you see this, Logan?"