"Right, today I need to tell someone about the note." I reminded myself, stumbling out of bed.
I got dressed, and made my way downstairs. Mum was just leaving for work. I said goodbye to her, making sure to wait 5 minutes to leave.
Grabbing the note, I walked out the door and stopped. Second thoughts filled my mind, but not for long. Determined, I made the journey to Phineas and Ferb's. By the time I got there they were already working on something.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked.
"Hey Edward, we're doing great today!" Phineas started "We're building a stage at the moment. We're gonna have a concert when this is finished!"
"That sounds cool! Is it karaoke or original songs?"
"Karaoke. Just to make it easier." He replied.
"Oh, one thing, someone left a note at my door yesterday. I have no idea who, or why they did, but it seems to be a warning of some kind." I explained.
"Do you have it with you?"
"Yeah, right here."
I handed Phineas the note. He read it, and a look of confusion crept onto his face.
"Strange that someone would know something's gonna happen, unless there was time travel involved." Phineas conjectured.
"Wait, time travel is possible?" I asked, amazed.
"Yeah, anything's possible, plus we've been to prehistory." Phineas explained. "Besides, it's the only possible explanation for the note."
"Which means, someone from the future left the note." I theorised.
"But who? That's the question. And what's coming, of course."
"Well, I guess we'll have to play the waiting game then. Can't do much else."
The rest of the day was fun, but I couldn't get the note off my mind. It was like paranoia, or something. I had this feeling for the next couple of weeks, up until the event happened. Sleep was hard, and still is. I just… give me a minute… sorry about that. Anyway, back to business. I walked home, and went straight to bed.
2 weeks later…
It was just another morning, or so I thought. Today was the day of the event.
A/N: That was pretty much a filler chapter. Next chapter is going to be epic!
ROCK ON!
TenaciousLuke.
