Hey guys! Sorry that this chapter took SUCH a long time to upload. I am actually writing my own BOOK (Not related to youtube or anything like that!) and that's taking a long time to write and then copy down onto my computer. But now I have some free time to do whatever I feel! Now ONTO THE STORY!

Mark swirled through a tube-like realm, landing on his feet and staggering back a few feet. "Wh- Where... am I?" He said to himself. He noticed that Jack was standing next to him, smiling. "Ready to go?" He asked "Go where?" Mark asked. "To the... place... ya' know, where she..." Jack said, slitting his finger across his throat. "Woah... oh, wait, um... Yeah! l-let's go!" Mark said, Jack knocking on the door. They heard a "Come in!" from inside, so they walked into the house. Mark was super confused. He looked at his phone: February 29, 2014 8:47 a.m. But that can't be right... that was when... wait... he thought. That was when she died...

"Wait, Mark. Before we walk around this corner, there's something you should know... They don't know what's going to happen in the future... she doesn't know she's going to die, and Dark doesn't know either, so don't act all crazy because of what he does in the future. Like I said, neither of them know what's going to happen, so just act natural." He explained. "Yeah, because it's so natural for a friend to die, then time travel back to the past with them to try and save a dead daughter of a recreation of yourself." Mark said sarcastically. Jack rolled his eyes. "Whatever... just come on.. remember: don't lose your shit... and smile." Jack said, walking aound the corner.

Mark followed Jack around the corner, and there was the girl that was destined to die: Emily. She had straight,dark brown hair down to her waist and big, sparkling, and dazzling green eyes, with fair white skin. She was dressed in the same clothes as Mark and Jack remembered: A light blue V-neck and faded blue jeans, along with red and black air Jordans. "Uncle Jack! Uncle Mark! She said. "Emily! Come over here and give me a hug, ya little monster!" Jack said, hugging the 9 year old girl. She giggled, let go of Jack, and ran up to Mark, giving him a big bear hug. He returned her hug, a huge grin covering his face. "I'm so glad that I get to see you again." He wanted to say. " I'm sorry that everything went to shit." Of course, he wouldn't have said that last part to a nine year old. "Hey! I want to show you something! But first, you have to close your eyes while I go get it, okay? No peeking!" She yelled while she ran to her room. Jack walked to the kitchen, leaving Mark with Emily. He listened for the sound of her feet running back to where he was to actually cover his eyes. "Ready? Okay! You can open them!" She said. Mark uncovered his eyes, and she tucked her hair behind her ears. "I got earrings! Aren't they pretty?" She said excitedly, a giant grin covering her face. "They're beautiful! Are those mustaches?" He asked, looking at the earrings closer. "Yep! Well, the one is a pink mustache. The other one is a green eyeball. Daddy got them off of your websites for me as an early birthday present. Well, they weren't actually like this in the package, buuuut I just mixed them because I like them like this." She explained. "Well, they look very nice on you! Where is your dad, by the way?" Mark asked. "In the kitchen cooking breakfast. If you need me, I'll be right here listening to music. I can't hear, sooo you'll have to tap me to get my attention." She responded, taking her headphones and earplugs out of her pocket.

Mark walked into the kitchen just as Jack was walking out. "Hey, Dark? How are ya? Nice to see you." Mark said, walking up beside his slightly altered version of himself.(I know that most people already know what he looks like, but scince there's more than just one description of him apparently, here's mine.) He looked better than when he last saw him: His pitch black hair was brushed back neatly, not messed up and scraggly, and his almost pure white skin was free of scars. His red eyes didn't have an evil, blood-red look to them, but instead had a bright, ruby-like shine to them. "Yep, this is a comepletly different Dark than before." Mark thought to himself. He was wearing a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and a corny Kiss the cook! apron on, and he seemed to be cooking some eggs. "Oh! Hey Mark! I didn't notice that you had come in! God, how long has it been scince we did something together? Like, just getting together without having the need to record something?" He asked, setting down the spatula and looking at Mark. "Feels like forever, huh?" Mark said, smiling. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Mark asked Dark. "Uhhh could you maybe make the pancakes for me? That would be a huge help!" Dark asked him. "Sure. Do you have an extra apron? You know how messy my cooking is." He said. "Yes, and the last time I went over to your house, I almost fainted from your kitchen afterwards." He said. "Also, Thanks for coming all the way over here for Emily's birthday party. She really appreciates it." Dark said, Mark putting on a plain white apron. "No problem, I love spending time with the little wack-a-doo." He said. "That's right, I forgot... It was her birthday..." Mark thought to himself, mixing the pancake batter.

In the Living room:

Jack and Emily were dancing to "I Really Like You" by Carly Rae Jepson in the living room on Emily's MP3 hooked up to the TV's speaker. Emily was jumping up and down with Jack, and Jack twirled her around while she lip singed the song and made funny faces with him. The song ended, and she and Jack flopped down onto the couch, Emily giggling like crazy. "What in the world is so funny?" It couldn't have been my dancing? Could it? I thought it was FAB-ulous! Jack asked her. "No! It was them! I always laugh when people watch me dance, hahaha!" She said, pointing over her shoulder. Jack looked over his shoulder, confused, and then slapping his hand to his face after seeing Mark and Dark standing in the doorway of the kitchen, grins so wide he thought their faces were going to split apart. Mark started to slowly clap. "Bravo, Jack, bravo! I must say that your footwork was top-notch on that ending chorus there!" He said. "Shaddup! My footwork is way better than yours!" He said, crossing his arms. " I agree with Uncle Jack!" Emily said, hugging Jack and smiling widely, giggling. Then, they heard a doorbell rang. "That must be Shelby. She's just in time for breakfast." Dark said, going to get the door. "You don't have to let her in! I'll get it!" Emily sat, racing towars the door, letting her friend Shelby in and hugging her tightly. She was dressed in a yellow t-shirt and faded blue jeans. She had giant brown eyes and long blonde hair, and she had on bright blue nikes.

After they all ate breakfast, they got ready to leave to spend the day at the place where Emily had been dying to go for the entire year: The Grand Canyon. So, they all packed up, got into the car, and headed off, Jack and Mark prepared for the worst to come for the future... that is, until they changed it.

Hey guys! Sorry if this chapter seemed a bit boring, but I have a WHOLE BUNCH of school work, like I said I'm working on a book, plus I have my youtube channel to work on, which i'm sort of falling behind on as well (sorry if you watch it and I haven't been uploading lately!) But anyways, I'm just really backed up on schoolwork and chiz like that, sooo yeah. Sorry! Bie! :)