(A/N: Sorry the update took so long. Stuff happened. I dinnah like the stuff.)

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Dib looked at G uneasily as the man waited for him to come to a decision. His eyes slowly drifted off to other parts of the scenery until they came upon a small, flower decorated cross on a spot on the bridge. When he thought about it he realized that that had been where the car was headed; the cross must've been for him.

He was about to tell G that, yes, he wanted to live and thanks for showing him all that he had seen, when Dib spotted a dark figure walking quickly towards them at a practiced pace. The figure was slowly revealed by a nearby street-lamp to be a short, green person wearing a maroon uniform over black pants and black boots. For some reason, unknown to many, he was also wearing black gloves. Dib recognized this being at once to be his mortal enemy; Zim.

The proud Irken soldier quickly made his way over to the small memorial there on the bridge walkway and crossed his arms, looking down at it.

G turned to see what Dib was looking at and quirked a brow, but he listened quietly.

"Well...it's finally happened," Zim declared to the flowered cross, "my mortal enemy, dead. I didn't think it would happen this way. Really, to be killed by the machinery of your own race." He chuckled lightly. "I really expected better of you, Dib."

Dib walked over to the side of the street Zim was on and leaned against the nearest support beam to listen.

"I'll go ahead and admit, you were a worthy opponent to me. But, now, without you around there'll be no one to stand in the way of my plans of terror." Zim smirked. "Be honored, Dib, for you were probably the only human on this planet who could stop me. Now that you're gone, Earth is mine to do with what I wish." His lavender eyes narrowed maliciously. "Rest in peace."

With that, the cocky Irken saluted the cross and kept walking/marching down the walkway of the bridge until he turned a corner and was out of sight.

"That does it," said Dib. "That just breaks the moose's--"

"Moose's?" G repeated quizzically.

"--spine. All...crackly-pop like. G!" the boy exclaimed, running back over to his guardian angel. "I want to be alive. I don't want to be in this world any more, send me back to -my- world with -my- family and -my-, loving though few, friends. And...my enemies."

G laughed slightly. "I knew you'd come to your senses sooner or later," he said with a grin. "Alright, I'll send you back. Just remember: stop being pessimistic! Even though scarcely anyone believes your paranormal theories, you've still got your friends, family, and the satisfaction in knowing you've saved the world once or twice in your life."

"Yeah," Dib replied. "Yeah, I do. Thanks, G, for showing me all of this. You've really taught me--"

"We're gonna have to cut this short, kid, I gotta talk to some guy named Nny before he hits the 'delete' button on existence."

"What?"

"Just...your welcome. Now," said G, looking out around him. "Rewind!"

The world around him blurred into nothing and Dib found himself being pulled backwards, as if he were falling...

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He awoke on the sidewalk of the bridge, the stars blinking merrily at him from above. Dib groaned and sat up, looking around where he was.

"Record," whispered a voice behind him, though he turned too late to see who it was and dismissed it as either his imagination or the remanents of a way-too-real dream.

Suddenly, he saw it. Two bright headlights, swerving from side to side coming down the road of the bridge; coming right at -him-.

Without thinking he jumped up and ran several feet out of the way, stopping only when he heard the 'clashhiiiiing!' of the drunk driver hitting the bridge railings. Dib turned and saw a tall guy with rust colored hair stumble out of the car.

"Damn," the man muttered, seeing the damage done to his headlights, not to mention the entire front of his car. He sighed in frustration and turned to look at Dib. "You okay, kid?" he slurred.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dib replied.

"You know, your leg is bleeding."

"What?" Dib looked down to see that a bit of glass from the headlight had shot off and barely grazed his leg, leaving a small cut in his pants and a little bit of blood dripping down them. Only then did he notice the stinging and reached down to put his hand over it.

The drunken man looked over his car once more and shook his head, then looked at Dib. "Sorry, kid, I almost hit ya," he said. "Good thing you ran, huh?"

The boy didn't reply to him, too busy letting an insane grin spread across his face.

"I'M BLEEDING!" Dib exclaimed in the same manner someone would announce they'd won a million dollars. "Look! I'm bleeding! I'm alive, I exist, I have blood!"

"Kid must be more wasted than I am," the drunken man mumbled, reaching into his car for his cell-phone to call a tow-truck.

"Thanks, mister drunk-guy-person!" yelled Dib happily as he took off running down the street. "I'm going home! To my house where I LIVE! MERRY CHRISTMAS!" He threw his hands into the air and let out a "Woo!" of happiness as he disappeared down the street.

The man just watched him, shook his head and said sadly, "It's a damn shame, kids that age...getting into drugs so early..."

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(A/N: Next chapter to be the last! ^-^ By the way, the reason Dib yelled out 'MERRY CHRISTMAS!' is because this is supposed to be a Christmas fic. Sorry it was late, though, me comp was broked.)