Before the rumble starts, I got this weird feeling in my stomach. I back out of the crowd and run home. When I get inside my house I call Tiffany. 'Come on! Tiffany! Pick up the stupid phone!' I think impatiently.

"Hello?" I ask when someone finally picks up.

"Hello. Who is this?" A voice that sounds like Cherry's answers.

"Can I speak to Tiffany please?" I ask politely.

'Um . . . sure." In the background I can hear "Tiffany! Phone!"

"Hello?" Tiffany breathes into the phone.

"Tiff, I have the-" I start but she cuts me off.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the rumble?" She asks me.

"No." I reply. "I got sick."

"Okay, what were you saying?"

"I have the chest. It's in my house."

"Okay, did you open it?"

"No but-"

"Open it without me! I'll come over and then we can take a look." Tiffany orders and hangs up. I follow in suit. I set down the phone and walk over to the chest on my floor. I take the key dangling by a thread and unlock the lock. I open it coughing as the scent of dust and oldness fills my lungs. I gasp as I look inside. Slowly I grab a old book and place it in my lap.

"Hmmm . . . Wormholes." I say reading the cover. "A guide on how to time travel. Deluxe edition."

I place it carefully on the table. There's a stick with a star on top of it, a map, a bunch of wood bottles, powders and a spell book. I don't know what the stuff was so I put it back as carefully as possible and hide it in my bedroom.

The next day Tiffany arrives at my doorstep.

"Show me the book." she demands. I hand it to and she looks through it. "I know how we can go back."

"How?" I ask.

"Well," Tiffany begins. "That creature we saw was a being and protector of time-travel. It not going to be satisfied until at least one of us goes back to present day."

"Well, that's a happy topic." I say sarcastically.

"Yeah, and get this! The way to open the wormhole is just to say some spell over a bonfire in a field and it should open." Tiffany explains.

"Okay. Let's do this." I say. "We need you to get back as soon as possible."

"Where are the things for a fire?" Tiffany asks.

"The DX. Leave it to me." I assure her.

"We need to build a bonfire." Tiffany rattles off the ingredients.

"Come on!" I say grabbing my duffel and walking out.

After the five hours of searching for the things to build a bonfire, we're exhausted. We lug the stuff to the lot and start digging the small pit. We set up a tepee made of logs, and pile twigs on top of it and around it. We sprinkle the charcoal and set up bucket after bucket of water just in case. Once we have the fire going I thrust the wand at Tiffany. "Here! You're the Harry Potter fan so you do the spell work."

"Fine!" she snatches away the wand. I take a step back as she wakes it expertly and begins bellowing the words. "Patefacio wormhole, late patentibus, iter ante me in tempore. Introduc me in conspectu vicesimo primo, quia non curant anno 2016. Rape relinquere!"

And POOF! There's an explosion and a Tiffany's standing on a wormhole, caving and swirling. Like a galaxy filled with blues, pinks and purple.

"What are you waiting for!?" I scream above the noise. "GO!"

She walks to me. "I'm not leaving without you."

"No." I say, shaking my head. "Do you think I can leave this place? I can't. Everyone I love is here. I can't leave. If you just leave, we'll each have the life we want. You might have a complete family and maybe Dad would be different."

Tiffany has tears in her eyes. Then she hugs me. "You're my sister. I'll miss you no matter what."

"I will too. I hope you have a better life." I reply.

She pulls away and looks at me. "I hope you and Pony stay together forever and be happy."

"I hope so. Write to me if you can." I reply.

"I will." she smiles and kisses my cheek. Tiffany pulls away and walks to the edge of the hole and jumps in.

A deafening roar fills my ears and I meet the ground.