The room sucked in a breath, and Mama Cosma did the honors. She grabbed the fourth paper off the pile, lifted it up, and revealed the lavender table underneath.

He fifth paper was missing.

"WHAT?!" Mama Cosma exploded in fury that even Juandissimo was afraid of. Her eyes shone, bloodshot, and her fists clenched like nuclear bombs. "WHERE IS IT?!" Her voice could shatter mountains.

"I, I don't know! It's supposed to be at the bottom of the pile!" Jorgen turned on his heel to Cupid, the first of many suspects. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" Cupid shouted in retort. His defenses flared as he stuck a finger back at Jorgen. "I didn't touch the papers!"

"No, this can't be!" Juandissimo, close to hyperventilation, grabbed Mama Cosma by the shoulders and started shaking her with newfound fury and anguish. His one chance, his last opportunity to regain his lost love, was missing! "I have never been so close!"

Melody piped up amidst the chaos, indifferent and blowing strawberry bubble gum. "I still get paid, right?"

"PAID?" Cupid exclaimed.

The screaming flew by, buzzing like bullets past Cosmo and Wanda. They were both silent. She was unsure what to say, he was unsure of where they were going from here. She was nervous, he was mortified. She was relieved, he wondered if he could feel relief. She was exhausted with the day's events, he was incapable of blinking.

"Cosmo, did you..." Wanda ventured to guess the obvious answer that her unusually blank, calm mind offered her. She felt as though someone had brainwashed her – all the events in the past weeks had been leading up to this moment, all for it to crash, like a child's ball off a garage door. Where did they go from here? Did they go through the days and weeks all over again? And, more importantly, what happened to the last paper? Too many questions scrambled Wanda's mind, and she didn't care for a single one of them.

He shook his head with a blunt response. "No! Did..."

"No."

Cosmo stared down at the table. It was empty, plain, devoid of object, yet it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, and tears pounded at his eyes, begging for an exit from the smoke of his hectic thoughts and emotions. "Well, I guess...what do we do now?"

Wanda picked and tugged at the wood splinters, rejected from the body of the table. She didn't meet his eyes. "I don't know."

Poof, get a DOCTOR! I... I see light, what if... Poof, everything hurts, help me!

As if Timmy had spoken the words though his violently convulsing body, Poof cried through his screech. Adrenaline coursed through his body, the rush of energy that only came to the rescue in these situations. A deep breath in, he hollered, "POOF POOF!"

Wanda's ears just hardly picked up the noise, and her eyes shot up with some vigor. "Cosmo, did you hear that?"

He leapt up in the air, paternal instinct on high alert. "Yeah, it's Poof!"

Ignoring the screams and cries of their family, friends, and enemies, Cosmo and Wanda poofed like lightning to Timmy's hospital room, where they found their godson, shaking and twitching with wires flailing around him. "Cosmo, get a doctor!"

Cosmo grabbed the handle, and, finding it locked, poofed it open. He and Wanda poofed to their human form just as a doctor barreled in. "What's going on?"

Timmy's state of illness was answer enough, and the doctor dashed to Timmy's side.

Wanda...Cosmo, I see lots of light, it looks white...I don't wanna die, let me out!

"Timmy, please hang on!" Wanda clutched her godson's cold, pale hand with her husband and son crying and quivering behind her. Please, not again, she thought. I can't go through this again.

Timmy gave a violent jolt.

His hand returned Wanda's grip.

Wait...I can move my hand! Wanda, that's you, right?

"He's…he's moving!" Wanda's words, no longer speech, but pure air, sucked the strength from her lungs. Her vision clouded. She snatched Cosmo's hand behind her, and he clutched her hand back, shivering much like his godson.

"Timmy?" Cosmo reached to his other hand and grabbed it. Timmy gripped back.

Cosmo, I can feel you! There's so much light, too much!

"Poof poof!" Poof pleaded, wailing into his god-brother's shirt.

I'm trying! Wait, I see something! I see…green? And pink! I see you guys! It's blurry, but I see you!

"Timmy? Come on, I know you can do this! Wake up!" Wanda begged through bawling gasps. Please, Timmy, she needed him to wake up! How was she supposed to go back to sleep at night, eat during the day, and talk to people if he fell back asleep, knowing he was so close?

The doctor checked Timmy's vitals, his own breath ragged and begging for mercy. "He…he might be waking up. Timmy? Can you hear us?"

I've been hearing you this whole time, that's not the problem! Poof? I see you!

Timmy grasped his godparent's hands and coughed out a single word, "W-Wan-da…"

"Timmy!" Wanda's heart stopped in her throat, and she gasped for breath that refused to come.

Aw, my throat burns! It feels like someone shoved sandpaper down there!

"Co-cos-mo…Poof…"

His eyes twitched.

The world refused to breathe.

His eyes opened, and, for the first time, he saw his family again.

"TIMMY!" Cosmo exclaimed, his godson's weak smile shining up at him. "You're awake!"

Wanda couldn't let go of his hand, physically or mentally, and her breath shattered in her chest. "Sport? Say something, honey, please?"

He coughed, leaning into his godmother's warm touch. "My he-head…hur-rts." His eyes faded in and out, like he wasn't sure whether or not he should go back to sleep, and his voice was so scratchy everyone's throat hurt, but he was awake.

The doctor released a massive sigh of relief. "He made it," he muttered beneath his breath, saying his silent thanks. "Son?" He bent down to Timmy's side.

Timmy turned from side to side, and, on instant, he gasped for breath, choking on air. "Ack, ah, ack!" His eyes were frighteningly wide – bloodshot and stark white.

Wanda's vision clouded as she scrambled for her husband's touch. "Ti-Timmy? Honey, breathe!"

Timmy continued hacking as he gripped his godparent's hands, until the doctor told him to raise his hands and breath through his nose, then exhale through his mouth. "Timmy, breath. Inhale, exhale." The doctor's instructions were hypnotic, luring the entire room into a trance. "Son? How do you feel?"

Timmy's weak, tired smile stole everyone's breath.

"A lo-lot better."