(AN: PHINEAS AND FERB IS ENDING TODAY!

I can't tell you how upset I am about this. This was my favorite show for the longest time. Now it's somewhere around #3 or #4, but it's still one of the best shows on TV, and now it's about to leave. I hope that at some point we'll return to Danville, but there isn't much hope for that.

If you want a good song for the end of the show, try "A Little More Homework (Single)" from 13: the Musical [make sure it's the single version, it should be one of the last tracks on the album], "The Parting Glass" [there are several versions of this, but I prefer the Walking Dead version], "Never Grow Up" and "Long Live" by Taylor Swift or "Some Things are Meant to Be" from Little Women. And, of course, the song that this fix is named after, "On Top of the World" from Imagine Dragons.

And to honor this amazing show, have a new chapter! It's nice how it worked out that I could post this on the show's final day, huh?)

Chapter Fourteen

Night Visions

"Why on earth did she think you were the stronger one?" Stacy asked.

"How am I supposed to know?" Ginger responded, stomping her foot.

"Does that mean you lost your sense of taste already? Is that why you didn't eat anything?"

"Those crackers always taste like cardboard! How was I supposed to notice anything?"

Stacy took a deep breath. "Okay, okay. We're going to be okay. Specifically, you're going to be fine. What did you bring?"

Ginger waved the kitchen knife helplessly. "I couldn't find anything in the dark!"

Stacy groaned. "Well, that probably won't do much, but I'll keep it around. What else can we do?"

"Hit it over the head with this?" Ginger said, pulling a baseball bat seemingly out of nowhere.

"Why didn't you pull that out in the first place?" Stacy sighed. "Give me that."

Ginger started to hand it to her, then suddenly dropped it on the ground. "Sorry!" she yelled, fumbling around and struggling to pick it up again. Her hands moved over it a few times before she managed to grip it. She tried stumbling towards her sister, but toppled over.

"Ginger?"

"I… I don't know what…" Ginger mumbled, trying to stand back up.

"No, no, stay there." Stacy said. "Give me a second."

She ran back to the kitchen and grabbed some ice from the freezer- thankfully the power outage hadn't caused them to melt too much. She ran back into the living room and dumped the ice on Ginger's head, waiting for a reaction. Nothing.

"Did you throw something at me?" Ginger asked, reaching down to try and feel the ice cube that had fallen on the ground. She finally turned around and looked down at it. "Is that ice?"

"Well, your sense of touch is gone." Stacy nodded. "That definitely sucks."

"I can't do anything!" Ginger yelled, pounding a fist to the floor, not even reacting to that.

"Okay, let's just focus on the issue at hand, here." Stacy said, sitting down next to her sister. "How are we gonna communicate when your hearing goes?"

"I know both American and British sign language." Ginger suggested.

"I don't."

"Oh. And I can't write anything."

"And then after that your sight will go for who knows how long."

"Now would be a great time for Phineas and Ferb to bust in here with a baseball launcher or something."

"Yeah, but it looks like we're on our own this time." Stacy responded. "What did the Doctor call the alien thingy?"

"Respice." Ginger told her. "Which I'm pretty sure is a Latin word, just give me a minute to think of it. Isn't it weird that an alien species is named with a Latin word? It makes you wonder-"

Stacy let Ginger talk, knowing that the more she spoke, the less attention she'd give her current situation. She glanced down at the baseball bat in her hands, weighing it softly. She was going to have to try to knock out an invisible creature before it could do anything to Ginger. Stacy wasn't good at that stuff, though. The last time an apocalypse happened in Danville, Stacy stayed at home and watched some cheesy horror movies. She couldn't think of any fighting moves off the top of her head. If she had been stung, Stacy imagined, Ginger would have been perfectly capable to take care of this problem. Maybe the Respice had been right- maybe Ginger was the stronger one.

"Stacy?" Ginger said, a little quieter.

"Yeah?"

"The Doctor said he was stuck in the Time Vortex, right?"

"Something like that."

"There's a Time Machine in the museum. Maybe they could use that."

"How would that work?"

"I dunno."

Stacy thought for a bit. If they could get to the Time Machine in the museum, and it actually worked, then the Doctor could get back and help them. But how would he get to the Time Machine? If they went afterwards, or sent the Flynns tomorrow, it would cause a paradox. "You haven't met any time travellers in the Fireside Girls' troop, have you?" Stacy jokingly asked.

"Yeah, but she won't be of any help."

"Wait a second," Stacy sat up. "You actually have?"

"Uh, yeah. She had super curly hair, kinda like Mérida, 'cept blonde."

"And this wasn't important information at all?"

"I figured you wouldn't be interested."

"Ginger, you met a- nevermind. Not important. How can we contact her?"

Ginger shrugged. "We only saw her once, on a field trip."

"Well then, what are we supposed to do?"

"I think we just have to resort to leaving you with a baseball bat and hoping that you can actually knock it out."

"Yeah, cause that'll work just as well."

"C'mon, Stace, you can totally do it. Just pretend the alien's head is a golfball and you're playing minigolf."

"I don't think it's that simple."

"Sure it is, you just have to swing a couple times and make sure you don't get hit" Ginger shrugged.

"Maybe we should just burn our way out." Stacy said, gesturing to the candles. "I don't think Mom would be too mad at us for burning the house down if it was to save your life. What do you think?"

Ginger didn't respond, instead staring off into space.

"Ginger?" Stacy raised her voice. Ginger didn't respond. "Oi! Kid!"

Stacy finally moved in front of her sister. "Hey, Ginger!"

Ginger looked surprised, then a little bit worried. "And there goes my hearing."