He checked his WizGiz for the thirty-seventh time. It was nearly nine a.m. All of the responsible, rule-abiding students had left for class, leaving Jamie alone in the arcade. He’d been there since eight-thirty, when Lizzie was supposed to meet him (assuming she read the note that he had charmed to buzz obnoxiously around her head). Of course, he hadn’t actually expected her then -- Lizzie was perpetually late and decidedly not a morning person. Jamie always took this into account and invited her places at least thirty minutes early. It worked every time.