"So, now…" Aaron started to say.

"Hold it!" Freddie yelled. "Let me just make sure everything's where it should be!" He felt around his body. "Ears, nose, eyes, lips, interesting beeping noise…hey, I can't hear that beeping anymore!"

"That's a good sign," Aaron said, hiding a snicker.

"What?" Freddie asked.

"Nothing," Aaron said, coughing loudly. "At any rate, look where we are."

"Whaddaya mean 'Where'?" Freddie asked. "I think we're back in limbo."

"That's right," Aaron said. "It's been 5 hours since we left."

"But that felt more like half an hour!" Freddie said, looking at his watch. He wasn't sure how it had joined him in limbo, but he was ok with it. He noticed that the seconds hand was moving faster than it should.

"Time moves faster in limbo," Aaron said. "About an hour is 6 minutes here."

"So…" Freddie said. "Here I am. Back in limbo. About to decide whether I should die or I should live."

"Have some water," said Aaron. He handed Freddie a water bottle. Freddie looked at it and drank a little.

"Thanks," he said. He felt very depressed.

"So…back to business!" Aaron said, trying to cheer up the mood. "You've got a couple of minutes to weigh in on your decision; whether to go ahead to heaven or to stay on earth!" He took out a piece of paper and a pen. "Just make the mark on your final destination, and then sign it!"

Freddie looked at the paper and the pen. He took them. He held the pen over the heaven mark, but he couldn't sign it.

"It's tough," he said, putting the pen down. "You showed me that I'll miss Carly, and you showed me how I'll not miss Sam. I can't decide!"

Aaron looked at Freddie. He snapped his fingers and the flat screen TV appeared. A news report from the hospital was showing.

"Only one hour until Fredward Benson will be disconnected from life support," said the reporter. "The iCarly cast is saying their goodbyes."

Freddie's mother was with Sam.

"If it weren't for this dumb blonde," Mrs. Benson complained. "He wouldn't be dead in an hour!"

"DUMB BLONDE?" Sam yelled. She grabbed Mrs. Benson's arm and twisted it. She was carried away by a group of policemen.

"Well, I'll miss mom, but I certainly won't miss Sam," said Freddie.

"What's keeping me from saying Sam won't miss you?" Aaron asked.

Freddie scratched his head. "I just can't decide," he muttered. He snapped his own fingers and sat on a couch that had appeared.

Aaron walked over and sat on the couch next to Freddie. "So, basically, what is it that you want?" he asked.

"I want to be happy," Freddie said. "But sometimes I wish I could make other people happy."

He noticed that Aaron had taken a cell phone out.

"Yeah, boss?" Aaron asked. "Listen, he can't decide. I need your permission to commence Operation Future." There was a long pause. "Look, I know it's never been done before, but we can't just keep him in limbo." There was another pause. "Yeah, I'm gonna need at least 15 minutes for this to work." He looked at his watch. "Look, I can tend to Cerberus for the weekend if you want. Just give me that time." Another pause. "Thank you." He stuck his phone in his pocket.

"What was that about?" Freddie asked.

"Ok, here's the deal," said Aaron. "The Boss is slowing time down for me to take you on one last trip to help you decide."

"What kind of trip?" Freddie asked.

"I'm taking you to the world in which you die," Aaron said. "We're going to the future!"

"So, do we use the time jumper?" Freddie asked.

Aaron nodded and slammed his fist against the jumper. There was a loud noise, and the mechanism died.

"Great, now we're stuck!" Freddie groaned.

Aaron looked at the jumper. "Well, there's always the alternative," he said, throwing it to the side.

"What?" Freddie asked.

Aaron balled his fists and gave Freddie a square one in the nose.

"I forgot that!" Freddie moaned as lights started flashing.

"I call that revenge," Aaron said. "Hold on to your eyes."