Max paced nervously in his lair, waiting for Nora.
He had made several notes telling her to come see him as soon as she could, but she had never had an opportunity.
Something seemed to always come up, whether it was on Max's end or Nora's, there was always something.
One time, it had been Max's weekly chores.
Another time, Nora had a sleepover she had to attend.
And of course, every other time that they tried to have some alone time, someone magically appeared to keep them from it.
Max and Nora finally made the arrangement to meet down in his lair that coming Thursday night after everyone was asleep.
So here he was, waiting for his little sister to come down the stairs at any minute.
"What are you so nervous about kid?" Doctor Colosso asked as he watched the teen walk from one end of his room to the other very quickly.
"I'm not nervous. I'm unnecessarily stressed by the fact that Nora isn't here yet. Super villains don't get nervous. We have nerves of steal," Max explained.
"Isn't that what Captain Cirrus has?" the rabbit asked, knowing that he was right.
"Yes. Along with flight,"
"And a totally awesome cape!"
Doctor Colosso was very glad that Max had not gotten laser vision as one of his superpowers at that moment.
He was saved however from any harsh words when Nora came bounding down the stairs.
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
"I had another one," Max replied excitedly.
"Another dream?"
Max nodded emphatically in reply.
"And this one picked up right where the other one left off!"
"What happened?" Nora asked as she hopped onto her brother's bed.
"I don't have three kids,"
"Well that's disappointing," Nora interrupted her brother glumly.
"You didn't let me finish. I was going to say, I don't have three kids. I have four,"
"Four?! Tell me the other one is a girl!" Nora pleaded, closing her eyes as if that would make her desire a reality.
Max shook his head.
"Nope. Another boy and his name is Jack,"
"Well what's he look like?"
"He looked very familiar to me, like someone that I actually know,"
"Like maybe your future wife?" his sister said, playfully wagging her eyebrows.
"Do you wanna hear about my dream or not?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow.
Nora nodded, sitting in an indian position and turing her attention completely to her older brother.
"He had brown eyes just like mine and red hair. Not that hideous shade of red either that always looks like it's frizzy. It was that nice medium color, in between fire and auburn,"
"How do you know so much about hair color?" Nora asked curiously.
"You try to live with Phoebe and not pick up anything," Max said moving his hands to his hips, his eyebrow still raised.
"True," she said, understanding what he was saying from experience.
"So how old do you think they all are?" Nora asked returning to the original subject.
"Stacy is very clearly the youngest and Jack is obviously the oldest. He had that eldest sibling air about him you know?"
"You mean how Phoebe gets all 'I'm you big sister and you will do what I say'? Or how you trick us into helping you with your villain stuff? " she asked.
"No, more like when either of us get protective of any of you," Max explained to which his sister nodded in understanding.
"Besides, which one of us would you rather spend time with anyway?"
"You," she admitted slightly under her breath.
"Exactly," he said, making a waving motion with his hand that ended up directed at his sister.
"I also found out that my daughter's name is Stacy, and that she and the twins all have superpowers while Jack doesn't,"
"That means, you're gonna marry a non-supe!" Nora exclaimed happily, clapping her hands.
"Yeah but my question is who? Like I said, Jack reminded me of someone. I just can't figure out who,"
Both of them were stumped about the answer to this question.
"You said that this dream continued right where your first one left off right?" Nora asked.
Max nodded.
"Yeah pretty much,"
"Well then maybe your next dream will continue where this one left off," she said, to which Max began stroking his chin nodding in approval.
"I guess it's the only way," Max realized, disappointment clearly heard in his voice.
"Maybe you'll see her before your dream," Nora reasoned trying her best to encourage her brother.
"I highly doubt it,"
Nora was about to protest, when a yawn interrupted her.
"You should get to bed. It's an early day tomorrow,"
Nora nodded, yawning again as she climbed the stairs.
"Hey Max," she said when she was almost at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah?" he asked as he turned to face his little sister.
"Don't worry. You'll figure it out,"
As soon as she left, Max let out a deep sigh.
"I sure hope so,"
Max did his best to keep his mind on school and off of his future, but it proved to be harder than he had originally thought.
He would find himself looking around at the girls in the halls, trying to see if they reminded him of his future son.
He would peer out of the corner of his eye around the classrooms at anyone that even remotely resembled the picture in his head, but at the end of the day he had turned up with even fewer answers than he had begun with.
He was at his locker putting away his history book when he heard the voice of his twin call out to him.
"Ugh!" he groaned as he slammed his locker shut, whirling to face his sister.
"What?" he snapped.
"Someone, put a bucket of water on top of the door to history class, and it soaked me and Sarah!" she seethed at her brother.
Max examined his sister, realizing that she had in fact been recently drenched with water, her hair dripping and her sweater soaked through.
"So? Why are you coming to me?" he asked.
"Because you clearly did this!" she said, pointing an accusatory finger at her brother.
"Pft. I did not soak you. That is such a low level prank, even Link could pull it off,"
"Oh come on! I know it was you! What do you have to say for yourself?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest.
"That you have horrible grammar. It would be 'Sarah and I'. Not, 'me and Sarah'," he corrected his twin, brushing past her.
"And Mom and Dad say you're the smarter one," he muttered under his breath.
"Hey! Get back here Grammar Nazi!" Phoebe cried as she stormed after her twin.
"Whaaaaat?" Max asked exasperatedly, dragging out the word.
"You can't just walk away!"
"Uh, yes I can. Just watch me,"
"You have to fix this! I mean, just look at us! We look,"
Phoebe paused as she took a moment to look at her friend as she asked a fellow student for the cleaning cloth for his glasses.
"Sarah almost always looks like that," Max pointed out.
Phoebe hit him in the arm, insulted by what her brother had said about her friend.
"What? It's true!" he said, rubbing his arm where Phoebe had hit him.
"She's,"
Max's thought were unexpectedly derailed as Sarah took her glasses off to clean the lenses.
She lifted them up to the light to examine them, scrubbing them some more when she noticed another spot of water.
Her glasses slipped out of her hands, and the boy who had lent her his cloth, bent down to retrieve them.
In that moment, Sarah looked directly at Max, their eyes locking despite the fact that she was practically blind without her glasses.
Beautiful blue eyes.
Medium red hair in between fire and auburn.
Max couldn't breathe, his lungs felt as if they were filled with lead. His heart had stopped beating and his eyes widened as realization dawned on him.
His mind was only able to conjure up two words.
"Oh no,"
Ooooooooh! The plot thickens! You weren't expecting THAT were you guys!
Always, WOBE