Disclaimer: I don't own Phil of the Future or any characters.
Phil Diffy entered one of many glass doors arranged in a long line, and proceeded through a device that resembled a metal detector. Philip Diffy recognized. Presence granted, a computer voice boomed over an intercom.Phil walked forward a few more steps, when he suddenly heard a loud cry. The computer stated a moment later, Individual not recognized. Presence not granted.
Phil turned to see a young man standing behind a transparent, light blue colored shield that had appeared in the recognizer machine. The man had been shocked when he tried to walk through, which was what had made him yelp in pain. He was holding a box just tall and wide enough to hold a stack of books.
"Sorry, sir, but this is the employee area." Phil explained. "The client areas are down the left and right halls here."
"Please, if I could only have a second of your time." The man pleaded.
"I'm sorry...but I'm not with client services. You'll have to find someone else." Phil felt bad for having to reject him, and so manipulated his tone to reflect so.
The young man hesitated for a moment, and then called out just as Phil had started walking away, "Sir, please, I need to talk to you about Keely Teslow."
Phil jerked back around. "How…do you know her?"
"Well, I never actually knew her. She's been dead for at least fifty years and I'm only twenty-one." The man laughed. "Anyways, I'm her great-great-great…something like that… grandson."
Phil immediately met him on the other side of the recognizer. "What…what is it you need to talk to me about?"
"Well, Grandma Teslow left these journals (thanks to Poisoned Princess) in her son's care. She told him to tell one of his children to pass them on to one of their children with this message: 'Give this to Phil Diffy from the year 2121.' They thought she was crazy for a couple generations, but of course, by the time travel came along, it did not seem the slightest bit strange. Anyways, my mom entrusted me to give you these journals, which were to be presented to you on your twenty-fifth birthday, that being, today." He said as he handed his box to Phil.
He dug into the package as though he had been waiting for it for months and pulled out the top journal. The lock on it was old-fashioned, but hardly sturdy. Phil was able to open it with just a fingernail. He flipped through the pages and saw that she had filled every page with a letter addressed to him.
"Thank you so much," Phil could hardly find the air to utter the sentence. "Thank you so very, very much."
"Do you mind if I ask you something?" The man asked.
"Anything…" Phil nodded.
"Did you…love her?"
Phil did not answer right away, but sure enough, he nodded and said, "Yes, I did."
The man suddenly grew very excited and talkative, chuckling as he said, "You know, Mom always used to tell me all kinds of stories about you two. Like, the time you made an ice cream machine for a science fair and you used milk for the fuel, but that had yet to be discovered."
"It was actually a pudding dispenser, a voice activated pudding dispenser…" Phil laughed nostalgically at the old memory.
"Voice activated? Yeah, I think I remember studying that old technology back in high school." The man murmured.
"Listen, I have to get to work. It was nice meeting you." Phil said.
"It was nice meeting you too." The man replied, then after a moment of awkward silence, muttered a goodbye and left.
Phil turned to the first page of the diary then.
Dear Phil,
It's only been a few hours since you left, but I miss you already. I can't really talk to my mom about how I feel since she doesn't know about future stuff. So, I suppose I should write it down and hope that you will one day read it. You are the best friend I've ever had. You make me laugh, you make me smile, and you showed me things I never even imagined were possible. I have one request for you, Phil, that you come back and visit me someday and maybe even take me back to the future with you.
Love, Keely.
Then, he flipped to the last page…
Dear Mr. Diffy,
My mom passed away early this morning. She was just shy of turning ninety, so she lived a long life. She keeps telling me about you, though. About how you came from the future and I can't say I believed her, to be honest, but I've never known my mom to be a liar. She did always tend to repeat on particular thing on a near daily basis. She held no grudge against you for not coming back for her.