"Nothing is going to happen to me," you shout down to your mother.
  She gazes up at you from the bottom of the stairs. Her packed suitcases sit waiting by the front door. You recognize that worried look on her face.
  "Do you remember everything I told you?" she asks. Her forehead wrinkles in concern. "Or should I write it down?"
 "Mom! I'm not a baby." You plop down onto the top step of the staircase and repeat your instructions for the fifth time. "I take a cab to the railroad station. I wait on the platform on the incoming side of the station. Grandma's train arrives at one P.M. I'll know her by the yellow stretch pants and purple shirt she'll be wearing. Then, if she hasn't been arrested by the fashion police for wearing such a wacko outfit -"
"Don't make fun of your grandmother," your mother cuts in. "She's unusual, but I'm sure you two will get along fine."
"Your mother's right," your dad adds, coming through the front door. "Your grandma is full of surprises."
"Yeah sure, you think. How is some little old lady going to surprise me?

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Your dad picks up the remaining suitcases and heads back out to the car. Your mother doesn't move. You flash her your most trustworthy smile.
She sighs. "I guess you'll be all right," she says uncertainly.
"Of course I will!" you assure her. "What could happen?"
You follow your mom out to the car and wave as your parents drive away. The moment their car turns the corner you leap into the air. "Freedom!" you cry.
No parents for a whole week! Just a seventy-five-year-old grandma. She'll probably spend the whole time snoozing on the sun porch. You'll practically be on your own!
The cab arrives and you hop in. You instruct the driver to take you to the train station.
But as he nears the station you have a pang of doubt. You haven't seen your grandmother since you were a little kid. You wonder if you'll recognize her.

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You may not recognize your Grandma's face, you tell yourself, but you'll definitely spot her purple-and-yellow outfit. Besides, she'll know you from the photos your parents sent her.
You pay the driver and hop out.
Hey! That's weird, you think. Why was your name announced over the loudspeaker? You rush to the information booth inside the station, wondering what could be wrong.
"You just paged me," you tell the young man in the booth.
"You've got a call." He hands you a phone.
"Hello?" There's a lot of static on the line. You can barely hear, but it's definitely your mom's voice.
"We're - psst- on the plane... pfffft - home immediately!"
"What? I can't hear you!" you shout into the phone. "Do you want me to go home? What about Grandma?"
"Pssssfffft - danger... grandmother..."
That's all you hear. Then the line goes dead.
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A chill runs through you. What was your mother trying to say? Is your grandmother in trouble? Is there danger at the station?
As you hand the phone back to the information clerk, the whole train station begins to rumble. Could this be what your mother was trying to warn you about?
Should you get out of there and go home?
Or are you supposed to find your grandmother?

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If you get out of there right away, turn to PAGE 12.

If you stay to find Grandma, turn to PAGE 33.

The station rattles and shakes around you. Your hands clutch the information counter so tightly your fingers cramp. A framed picture on the wall behind the clerk crashes to the floor.
Get me out of here!
You spin and dash out of the station. Your heart pounds and your breath comes in gass as you race along the sidewalk.
Whoops! Too bad you weren't looking where you were going. Otherwise you would have seen thr garbage truck before you landed in the middle of the gunk, the goo, and the gross slime.
Eeeewwwww. Hold your nose and close the book quickly! You stink! You've come to a very smelly

Nice going Ribs, geez.

That was quick.