This is one of the worlds smallest chapters ever. Sorry about being gone for so long. No excuse for it.

CHAPTER THAT COMES AFTER THE LAST ONE YOU READ.

(General POV)

Rory was sitting on a small crate in the smithy (that is such a weird word) watching Will work and being the good sister in law that she was.

"Would you please hold this for me while I find the hammer?" Will asked as he held out a strip of red hot iron.

"That? Are you kidding? I'd probably set your face on fire." Was Rory's responce.

"Nothing will happen. Just hold it."

"Ugh. Fine." Rory frowned as she took hold of the melting iron and put it up to her face, inspecting the lava like tip. Deciding this a stupid move, she pushed it out at arm's length and held it there for as long as she could.

"HELLOOOOO LUVS!" And the iron went flying out of her hands and fortunately landed on the donkey. Well, not so good for the donkey. The hot iron woke the poor thing right up from a peaceful sleep.

"Jack!" Rory scolded, "Because of your extremely loud hello, we now have a physically disabled animal on our hands."

"Not my fault. Yer the one who let the thing fly. And fall." Jack said calmly.

Rory hoped the donkey was okay, but she wasn't about to go up and check. That animal stunk. Will, aparantly, didn't mind the smell, because he got right up in that donkey's behind to inspect the wound.

"What did you come here for?" Will asked Jack as he gently prodded the donkey.

"Don't rightly know. Guess I jus' felt like sayin' hello..." Jack answered as he plopped himself down on the crate Rory was sitting on, "Oh YES! I came to say good-bye not HELLO. Good, I remembered."

"Good-bye?" Rory and Will asked in unison.

"Yes, good-bye. I have overstayed my welcome. That, and yer out of liquor."

"But...but you were supposed to help get me home!" Rory shouted.

"Oh. I was hopin' you'd forget that just like you did about your sma-oh. Listen luv, I don't know anythin' about time travel. Undead pirates? Sure. Time travel? No."

"So I'm just stuck here."

"Like a boot in dung, luv. Like a boot in dung." Jack said as he shook his head and turned to walk out..

"No! You will stay here, with me, and you will find a way for me to get home! Do you hear that, Mr. Pirate?"

"Look, luv. There's no use in keepin' me here. I can't do a damned thing for ye."

Rory lunged for his hand and grabbed it. Unfortunately, the force pulled him down and pulled Rory down, along with poor Will who was only an innocent bystander. They were just a tangled and tired mess of limbs on the ground when Will announced that he was beginning to feel odd sensations in his body.

"Will," Jack started, "We really don't need to know how Miss. Gilmore is makin' ye feel right now."

"That's not it." Said Rory as her fingers started to blur. She looked around and saw Jack beginning to fade also. She was going back.