The sun started to come up during their fourth game of Skiddley Whiffers. Milo, Zack, Melissa, Amanda, Phineas and Ferb trooped downstairs to the kitchen amid a chorus of yawns, around 8:30. Milo was unsurprised to find his sister sitting at the far end of the table with Neal from the comic shop. They both looked tired but happy. Milo’s father was standing at the stove putting out a fire. Judging by the smell, Milo guessed that his father had tried cook everyone bacon and eggs and that Murphy’s Law had intervened somehow. His mother was pulling pancake flour and a mixing bowl out of a cupboard. “Morning, everyone,” said Milo’s father brightly, “everyone have fun last night?” “Yeah, Dad,” replied Milo. “We had a good time.” “Where’s Doof?” asked Sara, “he’s usually up bright and early for breakfast.” Milo suddenly remembered his encounter with Doofenshmritz in the kitchen at one AM. “Oh, I ran into him in the middle of the night making a pot of coffee.” Milo stopped talking. In spite of his tiredness, he could vividly remember the conversation that Doof had tried to have with him. He didn’t really want to talk about it in front of Phineas, Ferb and Neal. Something of his thoughts must have flickered across his face, because he distinctly saw Zack and Melissa trade a significant look. A prickling sensation in the back of his skull, like an electric current, told him to expect them to ask him about it later. “So, where do you and Ferb go to school?” asked Milo’s mother as she set a plate loaded with a stack of pancakes in front of Phineas. “We go to the Danville Academy for Gifted Children,” answered Ferb as Phineas slathered maple syrup on his pancakes. For a second, Milo was slightly startled. Ferb had barely said two words all night. Next to him, Phineas momentarily stopped attacking his breakfast and shot his stepbrother a sly look, “slow down chatterbox,” he said with a grin. Ferb continued as if Phineas hadn’t spoken. “The Danville Academy for Gifted Children is a school for children of unusual intelligence.” “Oh,” said Milo’s father, “so what subjects do you study?” he asked. As if in answer Phineas reached into the pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a sleek black cube about the size of a large rubiks cube. He placed it on the table in front of him. “Our studies are largely self-directed,” Ferb continued. He gestured to the device sitting in front of Phineas. “This is a holographic projector that we designed for our computer science class.” Phineas pushed a button on the device and several lights glowed blue and red on its face“Would you like to see a digital model of our quantum physics project?” he asked. Milo saw Zack, Melissa and Amanda trade astonished looks and then realized from the way they were looking at him that he was wearing the exact same expression. “Uhhhh……OK,” he said a little weakly. Phineas nodded and pulled out his phone. He tapped open an app and swiped through several menus, then tapped something on his screen. A grid of thin blue lines was laid over the kitchen. Phineas tapped something else and the kitchen was replaced by a room with completely blank white walls. Milo had to resist the urge pinch himself. He was still sitting at his own table with his half eaten stack of pancakes in front of him, but the rest of the house seemed to have disappeared. He opened his mouth to speak, but Zack beat him to the question. “Uhhhhh, Phineas, where are we?” “This is a digital clean room, Zack,” answered Phineas. “So, what do you need a clean room for?” asked Melissa. Phineas tapped and swiped on his phone again. The breakfast table disappeared and was replaced by a platform bearing a pair of upright carbon fibre panels. Milo looked at the holographic image hovering in front of him, then he looked at Phineas as Ferb rolled his eyes and said, “now you’re just showing off.” “So, what is this?” asked Milo gesturing to the hologram. “This is a model of an Einstein-Rosen Bridge,” answered Phineas. “And an Einstein-Rosenbridge would be-“ asked Zack, slightly confused. “More commonly referred to as a wormhole,” put in Ferb. “So, you designed an interactive model of a wormhole generator as a school science project,” said Melissa, clearly impressed. “Cool.” At that moment, the house, the kitchen, the table and Milo’s half eaten breakfast snapped back into existence courtesy of Murphy’s Law. Phineas laughed. “No, Melissa,” he said. “We built our digital model to test our theories before actually building a wormhole generator.” “Uhhhhh......aren’t you two a little young for a high energy quantum physics project?” asked Sara. “Yes. Yes we are,” said Phineas.