Phineas is sitting at his bed, computing something or
another, not on his computer, but in his head.

"I just thought I'd mention real quick, Ferb." Phineas

started, tilting his head toward the wall.
"I'm not sure what I'd do without you."

"Most people seem to have that reaction." Ferb smirked

"No, I'm serious Ferb, this is my serious voice, I'm
really glad I have you helping me with these things."

"I can't even imagine what I would be doing without you."

Phineas spoke softly.

He began to fall backwards onto the bed, flaying out his
limbs, and staring up at the wall.

"I mean, if you weren't here I would just be stuck inside
all day, having these wild ideas for inventions and
storybook adventures but never having the brains or the
plans to go through with it."

"How boring." He said, as if the mere thought was driving
him mad with Fernweh.

"Well," Ferb began. "I think you probably would have said
that about someone else too if you happened to be paired
with them instead."

"Yes," Phineas returned. "but I would most likely not
have the ability to go through with these crazy ideas and
all sorts of stuff with that person."

"I also think you wouldn't know me in that alternate
reality, and thus wouldn't have the information to make a
statement like that." Ferb replied.

"Look Ferb, I'm just saying that I'm really happy we're
brothers. Well, step-brothers, but I don't see it like
that."

"We're as close to brothers as it gets without the blood,
and I'm honoured to have you work with me on an almost
daily basis."

"You know there are almost 8 billion people who could
have been your brother too, right?" Ferb answered. "What
makes me so special?"

"You're my brother," Phineas smiled. "and I'm just glad
it was you."