"So, what happened to Megan?" asked Alex excitedly.
"Yeah, how did she recover back to heath after taking a fall like that?" asked Justin.
"Well," said Jerry, "Luckily for your aunt Megan, there was a ledge of rock protruding out of the canyon wall a few feet below the precipice. She fell on that rather than plummeting to the canyon floor. It was the kinetic blast that hurt her more than falling."
"So, what happened then?"
"Well, that's the end."
"The end?"
"Yep."
"Where's the happy ending?" asked Alex.
"There is no happy ending. Beside the fact that Megan and Kelbo obviously recovered from their physical wounds, life was still the same, and remains the same until this day. Kelbo can still be annoying sometimes and Megan still hates both of us. But over the years, she has matured a bit, and expresses her hatred for her family in her art work rather than in her actions."
"So, Aunt Megan didn't learn her lesson?" asked Justin.
"The question is…did you two learn your lesson?" Retorted his father. The two siblings remained silent.
"Years ago, Megan would have said I would never attempt to kill my brother, but look what ended up happening a few short years later? We all nearly ended up getting killed!" There were a few moments of silence before Jerry continued. "You see what a little bit of hatred can do? Although Megan didn't kill us, she created an enormous rift between herself and the rest of the family. Now, we can't call on her for help, and she won't call on us." Alex and Justin hung their heads. "You're brother and sister. You need each other. If one needs something, the other is supposed to be willing to help."
"Wow," sighed Justin. "Who would have thought?" He looked at his sister, and she looked him. "Sorry," he said. "I'm sorry. I haven't been that older brother who's always there for you." Alex stepped towards Justin.
"And I haven't been the best little sister a big brother could have either. I'm sorry."
Justin put his arms around Alex and drew her close, giving her a deep, full-armed, rap-around, brother-hug. She retuned with a tight sister-hug.
"Why have you never told us that story before?" asked Alex.
"I was waiting until the right time."
"I think you picked the right time," said his daughter with a smile.
"But what are we gonna do about all these people?" asked Justin spreading his arms wide. The substation was still full of people, frozen in time. Thanks to Justin, they all knew about the existence of wizards.
"Wait!" exclaimed Alex. "I know how to fix this." She reached up and grabbed both sides of her head.
"Cranium Revolvis!"
There was a sickening crack as every head (included Jerry and Justin's) in the station rotated around on its shoulders. When the spell was complete, Jerry and Justin grabbed madly at their heads, yelping in pain.
"Ooops! Wait, let me try again. Crani…"
"No!" exclaimed Justin, trying to sound as polite as possible. "I…I'll do it this time." Alex nodded a clueless smile on her face.
"Cerebellum Erasus ~ protectus!" A purple glow illuminated from the head of every person in substation except the three wizards (result of the "protectus" part of the spell). Justin then pulled out his wand and flicked it in the air."
POW!
Time instantly resumed.
The young man and the young lady that had challenged Justin's statements, blinked wildly and rubbed their eyes, as did all the customers in the station.
"What the…?"
"Fries or hushpuppies?" asked Jerry
"What?" asked the young man rubbing his neck.
"Fries or hushpuppies?"
"What happened?"
"Honey," whined the girl. "Why dose my neck hurt so much?"
"I don't know, but I've got a crook mine too." He winced and popped his neck.
"Sir, is everything alright?" asked Jerry.
"What do you want?" asked the boy, as if Jerry was some stranger begging for money.
"I'm trying to take your order."
"Order for what?"
"For your food!"
"I'm ordering food?"
"Uh…yeah!"
"Well…I…I can't remember! What was I ordering?" Jerry looked at the boy with pretend concern.
"Sir, do I need to call a doctor?"
"Uh…no…no. I'm fine. Baby what was I ordering?"
"How am I supposed to know?" she protested, still rubbing her sore neck.
"Young man, are you sure you don't need me to call a doctor?"
"Yeah…yeah. I'm perfectly fine."
"Then can I please have your order. Other costumers are waiting."
"Oh…sorry." With that, the young man gave Jerry their orders. Though he usually didn't approve of such liberal use of magic on mortals, this situation was perfectly ok.
