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The McKenzie house looks like every other house on its street.
Max doesn't know what he was expecting, but somehow he knows it wasn't this. Maggie Mae should come from more than this, more than identical houses on a typical suburban street.
Then again, Max supposes Maggie Mae came from New York. This house was where Margaret McKenzie came from.
Maggie won't get out of the car. She's just staring at the house in disbelief. "I can't believe I let you drag me here," she says as Max attempts to pull her from the car.
"Come on Mags. Don't you think they've noticed the weirdos on their front lawn by now? You can't run away now."
The logic is infallible. Especially since Maggie can see a head of brown hair, two eyes, and a nose peering from around a curtain. Johnny must be pretty tall by now; he was almost level with the top of the window.
"I'm not running, I'm sitting," but she stands all the same, flinging Max, who had continued pulling at her, down onto the grass. He groans at impact and Maggie rolls her eyes and offers him a hand.
"You're such a wimp," she says, eyes never leaving the house and the window. The brown hair disappears as Max gets up and they walk up the pathway.
"So you think they'll even recognize me?" Maggie plays with a curl near her ear.
Max grins, "You're pretty hard to forget."
She glares and Max sighs, his voice taking a more serious tone, "I doubt they forgot you Maggie. I don't think anyone could ever forget you."
They reach the front door in no time. Maggie bites her lip and turns to give Max a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks," she mumbles. Max blinks and Maggie takes a quick breath before jabbing her finger out to ring the doorbell.
There's silence for a moment, nothing coming out of the house or its two visitors before a loud banging erupts from inside.
"Coming, coming, coming!" A cheery voice chirps. Maggie looks horrified as the door swings open.
If Max had ever wondered what Maggie would look like in thirty years, he no longer had to. In front of him is an older version of the girl standing next to him, complete with crow's feet in the corners of her multicolored eyes and streaks of gray in her curly brown hair.
Maggie's mother eyes widened and she let out a gasp.
"Margaret?"
Maggie smiled weakly, "Hi mom."
A/N- And we're finally there. Review please!