Disclaimer: I don't own the Phil of the Future show or any of the characters. I do, however, own this fanfic idea and original characters ;)

Author's Note: Well, this is my first fic on here! I've been coming to read other work on here for about a year and have written many stories myself, though never got around to posting them. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. :) Well, enough jabber from me. On with the first chapter. (The following ones should be longer.)

The sun is blazing down, almost too hot for a human being to handle, it seems. A young man snorts aloud in refrained laughter as he recalls this particular time in history. The entire world was in panic, engulfed by their naive fear of global warming. Were people in this century really that dense? Did they not realize that perhaps the earth went through cycles of extreme weather changes of both warming and cooling? He sighs, shaking off his wandering thoughts and begins to regain focus on what his current mission is. He has come back see her, and his goal is to first find her. Wherever she may be. So he starts here at the beginning of her street. Or what used to be her street. He walks slowly towards her house, hoping more than anything that she still resides here. Cautiously, he approaches the small house's front door, and knocks. Only moments later, he hears footsteps trotting down the hall on the opposite side of the door. The door creaks open, and a stranger, a young woman about his age, appears in its wake. She has long, very long, shiny brunette hair that falls around her face, framing it with small, tight curls. Her eyes are the darkest shade possible of amber, which blends well with her medium tanned skin.

She looks him up and down thouroughly one time before she speaks. "Hi…Can I help you?"

He closes his eyes momentarily, trying to regain himself from the initial shock. Although he already knows the answer, he has to ask anyway. "Erm…Does a Keely Teslow live here?"

For half a millisecond, it seems as though the young woman might laugh. "Keely Teslow? The Keely Teslow? Here? Are you kidding?"

Quite taken aback, he gapes at her and speaks again. "Yeah…Well, she used to live here…And—"

The young woman cuts him off. "Yeah, well, that was over two years ago. She moved to Hollywood with her mother."

He shakes his head in disbelief. "But---why Hollywood?" Now he isn't so sure he wants to know…

"Dude, where have you been? Or rather, what have you been smoking?" she snaps; she is clearly getting annoyed by his seemingly foolish questions. "She's only, like, Hollywood's new 'It' girl. Seriously, do you ever get out of the house? Even the anti-social nerds who live in their parents' basements know of her… Well, that's probably because they've got all of her pictures saved on their computers…" She trails off, half-hoping the strange guy who's standing on her front porch would leave. "What's your name, anyway?"

He's slow to respond; though his sincere chocolate brown eyes lock in an intense gaze with her fiery amber ones.

"Phil Diffy. The reason I don't know about Keely is that…well…I haven't been around here lately. In this particular civilization." And that was the truth. He hadn't…as he had come from one hundred and sixteen years in the future. Of course, he probably could have done his research on the Giggle computer before travelling back here…

The young woman nods intently. "I see. Well, nice to meet you, Phil. I'm sorry, but I've got an appointment I have to finish preparing myself for." She breaks her eyes free from their stare and begins to close the door. "Good-bye, then."

Shaking himself free from his momentarily dazed state, Phil smiles. "Yeah…Bye." He turns back down the driveway leading back out onto the street. His thoughts are jumbled. Everything seems so confusing. He has so much to absorb. Keely had thrown away her dream of becoming a journalist… What had happened to that plan? She had worked so tirelessly, striving to ready herself for journalism school. Had all of those early mornings of hanging around in the broadcast lab been for nothing?

Well, now is not the time to ponder such things. He groans as he begins to wonder where to even begin his search for her in Hollywood. He heads back to the small, entirely vacant park just around the bend at the end of the suburban street. He has forgotten how pretty it is here… Taking the given opportunity, he strolls at a leisurely pace as he recalls the many times he walked with Keely down this exact road. The wind puffs lightly against his face, blowing his semi-long dark brown hair into his eyes. Regardless of the irritation now creeping into him caused by the strand of hair threatening to stick to his eye, he smiles. It's the first time he has genuinely smiled in months – perhaps even the past four and a half years.

Now he's in the grassy park where he activates his skyak. He plans to skyak his way to Hollywood. Fortunately, it's close. It shouldn't take more than two minutes by way of skyak. He reaches into his pocket and grasps the all too familiar sphere. It's hard with a diameter of no more than three-inches. He pulls it out, presses the single button on it and looks around himself before tossing it gently to the ground. Almost immediately, the small, flashing sphere erupts into a fully functional skyak.

He grins as he sits on the leather seat and dials in the coordinates of his destination while preparing himself for lift-off. Within seconds, the skyak begins to vibrate and rumble as it lifts into the air, drifting slowly into the afternoon sky. Before long, he presses his index finger down on the throttle, sending the skyak on its way to Hollywood at an incredible speed.

Within minutes, he arrives directly over the famous Hollywood sign. He continues to fly high above to avoid being seen by any nosy twenty-first century eyes. Hovering in one place for a moment, he pulls out his Wizrd and inputs his location. Immediately, a complex 3D-hologram map of the area appears. He spies the perfect spot to land; between two squalid buildings in the downtown district. He lands and recalls his skyak. He walks out of the alleyway and onto the open street, glancing left and right to be sure no one saw him. But now…Where is he to go? He hasn't got a clue where Keely lives. Somewhere around this general area, he assumes.

And now, his journey to find the girl he loves within the depths of Hollywood begins…