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Guest said: Keep going what happens next

I say: Don't worry, I'm going as fast as I can! :P This chapter's the longest so far.

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Or Jessie.

Jessie first stopped in Ravi's old room.
"See?" she told Bertram. "No lizard, no lizard cage, and no Ravi."
"Woo-hoo!" Bertram cried.
"Bertram!" Jessie whispered. "The kids!"
Luke and Emma folded their arms and tilted their heads at their butler.
Then, looking at Jessie (who was currently shooting him a deadly glare), Bertram said, "I mean - aww. Too bad."
"Okay, Zuri may be adorable as an infant, but I need to put her down for a few minutes." Jessie walked over to Zuri's bedroom door (which was no longer decorated with princess and unicorn stickers), opened it, and stepped inside.
"Whoa," Jessie breathed. Zuri's old room was now a nursery. Jessie carried Zuri to her crib and placed her in it. Zuri began to cry.
"Shh, shh, Zuri." Jessie stroked her face. She scanned the room, looking fo something that might entertain Zuri for the next few minutes. She spotted a tiny brown teddy bear perched on a shelf.
"Hey," she pointed out, reaching for the bear, "it's Chubby as a bear cub." She placed it in Zuri's tiny hands and left the room. "Please be good," Jessie pleaded, closing the door.
"Jessie, what is the matter?" Luke demanded.
Emma tugged on Jessie's shirt. "You are acting pretty strange." She sighed. "Stranger than people who wear khakis."
"Well. Looks like you've both still kept your personalities," Jessie observed, ruffling Emma's hair, watching Luke ram into Bertram's stomach.
"Stop it," whined Bertram.
"Luke!" yelled Emma. "Quit butting the butler!"
"Now Bertram, let me show you what happened to the kids' rooms."
Jessie showed Bertram how Emma's room was filled with children's toys, kid size 7 clothes and accessories (but were still up to Emma's fashion standards).
Luke's room was now car-and-monster-truck themed. His room no longer had a trampoline bed or an X-box, but had children's movies for the TV and a car-shaped bed.
"Let me show you exactly what happened." Jessie walked to the nursery where Zuri was in her crib. She picked her up, placed her on her hip. "Come on kids," she called to Luke and Emma, stepping downstairs.
The shrugged and followed their nanny.
"Okay," Jessie announced, still freaking out as she entered the elevator. "First, I hit 20." She gathered Emma and Luke into the elevator, unaware that Bertram hit 20.
"Then 9, 13, and 5..." Jessie was incognizant that Bertram secretly pressed those three numbers.
"Then the last button... was it 5?" Jessie was so frazzled she had nearly lost her mind.
Bertram, with a devious smile, pressed 5.
Once again, the blindng light returned.
"Bertram!" screamed Jessie, shielding little Zuri's eyes. "Why did you press the buttons?!"
"I wanted to see if we could go back far enough to where there were no kids at all," admitted Bertram, sobbing shamefully as the light grew dim.
Jessie's lips curled in hatred. She was so angry at Bertram, she didn't notice that Zuri was gone!
Bertram did, though. "Jessie?"
"What?"
"Where's Zuri?"
Jessie jaw dropped again as she looked around. The only children left were a little blond toddler and a dark-haired baby.
"Is that Luke?" Jessie exclaimed, picking up the baby. "I thought he wasn't adopted until he was four!"
"That foster brother, Luke." Two year old Emma pointed to him.
Bertram nodded. "Luke was a foster kid for a while, then-"
"Morgan and Christina adopted him when he was four?" Jessie asked.
"That's right." Bertram sighed. "The worst days of my life." Bertram frowned.
Luke, grabbing at Jessie's face, grinned a toothles smile, babbling as he laid his small head on Jessie's shoulder.
"Wow," Jessie observed. "Typical Luke, crushing on me from the start."
Bertram nodded.
"So, we went back 5 years?" Jessie wondered aloud.
"I guess so," Bertram replied. "That explains it: I pressed the number 5."
There was a silent pause.
"Bertram, that's it!" Jessie said excitedly. "The last number was different every time!"
Bertram looked puzzled.
"The first time we time-traveled, when Zuri pressed the last button, she hit 3!" Jessie announced. "So we went back three years, and the kids were three years younger!"
Bertram shrugged. "What happened next?"
"I hit the same numbers the kids did, except for the last one."
"Which one did you hit next?" questioned the butler.
Jessie thought about this, adding and subtracting in her head.
"Four, I think. Yep, it was," she decided. "Then you-" she shot Bertram an angry glare "-pressed 5!"
Bertram hung his large head, not looking up.
"And now, Zuri's gone too!" Jessie cried, bouncing Luke up and down.
Bertram folded his arms and frowned.
"Bertram," Jessie said, handing baby Luke to him, "you take care of the kids while I figure out how to go back to the present. Er, future."
"Nooooo!" Bertram wailed. "Why me?"
"Because you're the only other person who can help!" Jessie shouted.
"Fine," Bertram pouted. "I'll figure out the elevator!" He handed Luke to Jessie and closed the elevator door.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, you two," Jessie apologized to Emma and Luke, walking into the living room.
"Dat's 'kay, Jessie." Emma smiled sweetly.
"Now, what do you guys want to do?" Jessie questioned, helping Emma hop up on the couch.
"Can we play dress-up?" Emma asked.
"Sure, sweetie," Jessie answered, then quickly she crinkled her nose. "But something smells awful. Maybe we should figure out what that is, first."
Both Emma and Jessie looked at Luke.
Luke grinned.
Jessie, whose face was still distorted in disgust, looked at Emma.
"Luke make stinky smell, Jessie." Emma's tiny mouth curled in revolt.
"Oh no." Jessie's mouth hung open.
"Oh yes," Emma said, in spite of her young age.
Jessie carried Luke by the armpits up to his room, that was also converted into a light blue nursery. Emma followed.
Jessie set Luke down on the changing table.
"That totes gross," Emma observed, placing her hands on her hips.
"You're telling me," Jessie replied. "That smells worse than Bertram on a bean burrito!"
Emma shuddered.
"Ew..." murmured Jessie, undressing Luke and taking his diaper off.
"Ulgh!" exclaimed Emma, delicately pinching her nose.