1Phil finished packing up everything. He boxed the computer, deciding that he could make a solid 18 dollars just by recycling it in 2125, having to go forward 4 years forward to keep up with time. There was nothing but a mattress by the wall, clothes hangers in the abandoned closet, once cluttered but now lonely, and a boy named Phil, who used to be a boy from the future, but now a man from the past.

"Phil?" Lloyd Diffy shouted up to his son. "Keely's here. Are you ready to leave?"

"Uh, yeah." He chocked back tears. He was going to miss the 21st Century. "Let me get Pim." He moped to his sister's room. It was empty with the exception of Pim and a huge bag with all kinds of souvenirs, each more explosive than the next. "Pim, let's go. And drop the pyrotechnics." Pim ignored him as she walked as if in a trance. "Are you okay?"

"I'll miss this place." She whispered.

"You're not alone." He said. They walked downstairs, with their parents and Keely waiting. He dropped his bags and ran to his girl.

Keely winced and let out tears while hugging her beloved. "Do we have to?" She looked out at the Diffy family. They all had the same suits on that they came to this century with. Grey and a name-tag. 'Diffy'. It's all they could do. They had Curtis pick up Phil and Keely's bags. They had decided that he had become much to civilized to let him stay with his own culture, and that they would dress him properly and take him to the future.

"Let's go." Phil held Keely's hand as they walked to the time machine with his family. They stepped inside.

"I'm going to miss the 21st Century, too, Phil." Keely smiled with tears running down her face as the trailer in the backyard disappeared in a blink.