IGGY HAS FINALLY COME! There may be something you do not like about Iggy's timeline though. Iggy is gay. No, I am just kidding! I know you would hate that, so I had to do it. Enjoy this chapter!

(P.S. Remember Iggy, Max, and Fang are all still on the island paradise.)

2020

"Hey Ig." Says twenty three year old Fang as he passes me on the side walk. He sounds bored. Well, I know he is bored. Everyone here is. Being stuck on an island with nothing to do for eight years kinda sets the boredom. I walk around the island for about another hour, when I decide to fly around. I fly around for about two hours. I come to the point on the island that points to New York. Every time I come to this spot, I have the urge to fly after Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy. They decided to leave a few years ago. They all had a gut feeling that there were still people in the world. They thought the by half plan did not work. They all decided they would at least try to find people, because what would be the harm? When they left we all expected them to come back, but they must have found life, and stayed. Max, and Fang were furious when the rest of the flock left. They thought they would be killed. When they didn't return, Max and Fang assumed they were dead. Unlike them, I knew they were still alive. I was right. About two weeks later, I got a letter from Gazzy saying"

"Dear Iggy,

We are still alive. Sorry is we scared you there, but guess what! There are people here! The by half plan didn't work! It looks like nothing changed. Anyways, we are going to stay here. We don't want to go back to the island. We want to try to live normal human lives. We made a list of rules. One of the rules is we cannot have any contact with you guys. I thing I am going to be breaking that rule though. We rented a apartment in New York. The address is 867530 Blue Jay St. I hope you will come with us. . .

I hope to see you soon.

The Gasman.

I had a random on the island read me the note. I thought about Gazzy's offer for at least a week. I finally decided that I would go to New York. I said goodbye to Max, and Fang, who were not happy about my leaving, then left for New York.

2030

I am finally in New York. I didn't get here on my first attempt. There was a huge storm while I was flying over the Atlantic, and a large crack of lightning knocked me down. I hit the water at a weird angle, and broke my both of my wings in three different places. I was able to find a small Island. I stayed there until my wings healed. I didn't think I was strong enough to fly all the way to New York, so I had to turn around and go back to the island. Max and Fang were pissed that I left, so they shunned me. They became kind of dramatic over the years. The only person I had left on the island was Ella. She wanted to come with me when I left for New York but I didn't want to risk her safety. I promised I would come back for her when I knew it was safe. Gazzy and I kept a strong relationship with the satellite phone in the bomb shelter. As I was saying, I am finally in New York. But I wish I wasn't. I am at the Gasman's funeral. I brought Ella with me, but she stayed at the hotel. She didn't want Nudge and Angel to know she was here because of the whole no contact rule. It was as nice as a funeral could be. We all went up to say our goodbyes and we all went back to his house after. There we talked about all the great memories we had with Gazzy.

2040

"Bye Ella, love you." I said kissing Ella on the cheek before leaving our house. I am forty one years old now, and Ella and I are finally married. Well, actually we got married seven years ago, but it still seems like yesterday. We stayed in New York for a while, then moved to Maine. Sure it's cold, but its actually not that bad. We don't have any kids. We just simply don't want any. We like our lives the way they are. Ella is turning forty in a month, so I have planned a vacation the Bahamas. She doesn't know about it. I want it to be a surprise. I don't fly much any more. I miss it, I really do, but I don't want Ella to feel left out. Every once in a while I take a midnight flight, but that's about it. Ella thinks I am going to the super market to buy ingredients for a chocolate souffle I want to try and make, but what I am really doing is going to see a travel agent. Ella has always talked about wanting to go the the Caribbean, so I thought of this as the perfect chance.

A month later we are both in a cab on our way to "bingo" night at the community center. Really, we are on our way to the airport. I put our bags in the trunk before Ella came outside. We are running a little late. Ella thinks we are going to bingo, so she thinks the worst case scenario is we miss the first few games. She yells at me for spending money on a cab when we can drive the car. That was never going to happen though. If she drove, we would end up at the community center listening to elderly karaoke. Her yelling at me was nothing compared to what she said to our cab driver. I let him in on the surprise when I was loading the cab, so he just smiled at everything she said. Which happened to be;

"Excuse me, sir, You missed our turn."

"Sir, the community center is the other way."

"Uh, wrong exit."

"Dude, we just want to get to bingo!"

The cab driver was almost laughing at that last one, even though I gave him twenty bucks to keep his mouth shut. Luckily, Ella didn't notice. Her first reaction was;

"Iggy, we have to get out of here! He is part of the school! He is going to take us to the school, and they are going to do experiments on us! I'm sorry, no offense, but I don't want wings anymore!" I could feel the driver looking at me. I laughed.

"Ella, we're here." I expected her to gasp, but instead all I got was,

"No, this idiot driver brought us to the wrong place. We are at an airport!" I shook my head.

"No, we're in the wright place." It was then I heard her gasp with excitement.

2050

I am fifty one years old now. The past ten years have had very big highs and lows. The biggest high is I can see. I had a experimental procedure done. Ella and I really needed money, and they would pay for me to do the surgery, so I decided I would try it. I hadn't seen the school in forty years, and really what was the worst thing that could happen. I would go blind? The procedure was a success, and I regained my sight. The biggest low that has happened is I am in the hospital. I put a dollar in the vending machine, then punch in the numbers. I see my butterfinger getting closer and closer to the drop spot, but at the very last second, it decides to stick around a little longer. I see in hanging from the little hook in the machine.

"If I could just shake it a tiny bit . . ." I start kicking the vending machine with all my might. I put my arms around it and shake it. I see nurses running towards me. "Come on fall!" I scream, and just as I do, the butterfinger falls off the hook. I bend down, and pull my candy out of the slot. I walk away before the nurses reach me. I walk down the hallway to the room that I have lived out of for about a year. I hate to think it, but I think I will be moving out soon. I walk into the room, and see a limp body curled up on the bed. She rolls over when I walk in. When she sees me she smiles. I sit down next to her.

"How are you doing Ella?" I ask as I smooth her hair out. About a year ago she was diagnosed with brain cancer. We have been in the hospital for about a year. Well, actually we have been in this hospital for about a month. This is the kind of hospital that just wants to make your death comfortable. Her tumor is inoperable. Ella sees the candy bar I am holding in my hand.

"Is that for me?" She asks. I smile and start to tear open the wrapping. Then, as if on command, a nurse pops through the doorway of Ella's room.

"No candy." She says quickly before disappearing down the hallway. I start to put the candy away, before Ella grabs it from me.

"Ella, you're not supposed to have that. I said trying to grab it back. She smiles, taking a bite.

"I'm going to die." She says simply. "I may as well enjoy a candy bar while I'm at it." When she says she is going to die, it can feel tears start to form in my eyes. I lean over and pull her into a hug.

"I love you." I tell her kissing the top of her head. Those were the last words I ever said to her alive. She died in my arms.

2060

"Get off my lawn!" I scream at some kids who live in my neighborhood." Yes, I hate to admit it, but I have become the grumpy old guy on the street. I have been this way ever since Ella died. I stay at home by myself for most of the day, I have all my meals delivered to me. I am not even technically a senior citizen yet. I am only sixty one. The kids scream when they see me, and they run away screaming. I laugh to myself, and go back inside. I walk down the hallway, and into the living room. I sit down at the table and do the crossword that I do every night. Well, it is night to me. It is 4:30. I usually go to bed around 8:00. I hear my doorbell ring.

"What do you want?!" I yelled from my chair. They knocked again. I stood up, and made my way to the door. I threw open the door about to throw who ever was at my door to Uranus. It was just my friend Bill. He is my only friend. He is the grump from the next neighborhood over.

"Oh, come on in Bill." I said leaving the door open for him. I heard him come in behind me, and I heard the door shut. "So whats up?" I asked him without turning around. When he didn't answer I looked back at him. He was looking at the pictures that I kept in the hallway of Ella and I. Every time he came over he always stopped a few times to look at the pictures. "Bill?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Sorry James. What did you say?" He asked. I told everyone my name was James. The name Iggy seemed to young.

"Why do you always look at the pictures?" I ask him. He looks at the pictures then back at me.

"Well I think it is about time you found out." He said. "I always look at these pictures because it is my mission to figure out if it is really you." I narrow my eyes.

"What do you mean find out if it is really me."

"I mean, I have to find out if you are Iggy." I feel my mouth drop open. I have never told Bill that name before. "Where did you hear that name?" I ask him.

"Ig. It's me, Fang." He says taking a step towards me. I step back.

"Stay there." I tell him. I cautiously take a few steps forward. Bil-Fang's hair is light grey, and he is kind of short. Fang was always taller than me, so I did not recognize him, then I looked into his eyes. All of his features have gone grey except his eyes. They are still black as night. Even though I never saw them with my own eyes, Gazzy described them to me in great detail. I always wanted to know every little thing about the members of the flocks appearances.

"Fang?" He nods his head. Before I think I have my arms around him giving him a huge bear hug. He tenses up.

"Still not a huge fan of hugs, buddy."

2070

Ten years ago, when I realized Fang was back. We spent the whole week catching up on the past forty years. About a year later he decided to go back to the island. He never said why, but he said he just needed to do it. I have become more social, after Fang showed up. I still live in the same house I lived in with Ella for thirty years, but now I get out more. Well, as much as a seventy one year old man can. My favorite thing to do is go to bingo. In about a week I am moving into a retirement home. I fell about two year ago, and broke my hip. I promised Ella when she was in the hospital that when I became incapable of taking care of myself, I would let someone else do it for me. I get up from the table and walk down the hallway with all the pictures. Everything in my house is packed up in boxes except the pictures. I am going to carry those with me to the home. I walk into the kitchen, and look in the pantry for what food I have left. I pull out a box of noodles. I have not had a home cooked meal since Ella died. All of my meals for the past twenty years have been made in the microwave. I kinda lost my love of cooking. I decided I have to have at least one last home cooked meal in this house before I move. I remember you are supposed to put the noodles in boiling water. I put a pot of water on the stove along with the noodles inside. I look in the fridge for the spaghetti sauce that I bought about a week ago. It is about to expire I think. I open the jar, and stick my finger in the sauce. It is cold, so I stick it in the microwave with the top off. I go upstairs while I wait for the sauce to heat up. I look in the empty bedroom that I shared with Ella. I walk into the middle of the room, and spin around taking in the whole thing. I realize I am still holding the lid to the spaghetti sauce. I look down at the lid. Large, red letters spell out;

DO NOT PUT JAR IN MICROWAVE

I rush down the stairs as fast as I can. I reach the kitchen and see sparks flying from the microwave. I grab the handle to open the door, but my hand is burned. I jump back just as a spark leaps across the room, setting the curtains Ella picked out when we bought the house on the fire. The fire spreads quick across the kitchen. I run for the back door, when I remember the pictures in the hallway. They are the last pictures I have of Ella. I can't let them slip away that easily. I turn around, and stumble into the hallway. I grab the pictures off the wall, and run to the back door. I am almost there when I trip on the chair that I pulled out from the table just ten minutes ago. I crash to the ground when I feel my hip break. I try to get up, but am unable. I feel the flame starting to surround me. I know this is the end. I hold the picture of Ella and me close to my chest.

"I'll see you in a little bit, Ella."