Wahoo! This is the 3rd Chapter I'm writing today! It probably won't be finished till tomorrow though, oh well, its 20:21 (hey that's when we're hosting the Olympics) sorry, random note :) O.k, this one is back…well read it and you'll find out. Oh, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory rocked ,

Andy, you're a star

Phil had been back in this century for 3 months, he'd felt so guilty that he'd not been able to make it to Keely's birthday. His parents had not let him travel back; they said it was too risky. It was all so weird; it didn't feel homely although he'd lived here for 15 years, he wondered if it ever would. Everything was different. Where his school was, was now a fitness centre, no trace of the old building remained but why should it? It existed over 100 years ago. The tennis court was now a car park to the Mall, he knew Keely would have loved it. Thinking of Keely made him bite his lip. Although Pim had looked up all her friends and people she knew, Phil had refused. He had ideas though, one shop in the mall, was called "Wosmers" Which sold a high variety of different devices and stuff. Knowing Tia, she'd probably marry some rich heir with more money then brains. He laughed at the thought, but then saddened at a worse thought. All his friends were dead. His friends here, in 2121, didn't know why he was so upset, why he'd returned from his holiday so quickly, nor did they know that he was a year older. He went into the mall, and looked around the stores, but it didn't feel the same. It didn't contain the same friendly glow he'd felt when he went shopping in 2005. He wouldn't even go to the food court, because it reminded him too much of his virtual adventure. In the end he trudged home, defeated, there was nothing fun for him to do, nothing that wouldn't remind him of the time he left behind. He sat of the curb outside his house and pondered in thought.

"Phil Diffy, is that you?" A familiar voice said behind him. He turned around and saw Andy Baxley (A/n- the guy from "Team Diffy") standing behind him.

"Oh, hey Andy," He replied, unenthusiastically.

"So where's your girlfriend? Don't tell me you left her behind"

"My girlfriend?"

"That blonde girl, Kelly or Kelsey or summit, the one who rated on me to your parents"

"Keely, you mean. She had to…wait, you remember what happened? But it's like in the future when you came, or the past or something"

"I remember all my vacations, bro, so I'm guessing something bad happened that made you have to return and now you can't go back and visit her"

"Yeah, that's exactly right…I can't see her again, my parents say it's too dangerous to travel back with the FBI after us and everything"

"The FBI? Man, that's tight, you know, I could always help you out"

"You could? That'd be great, how?"

"Well, my Time Machine is just sitting my garage, gathering dust, I'd say you can borrow it to see your boo, for a small fee, of course"

"Name it"

"200 big ones, baby!"

"200, but…"

"I understand if you don't have it, but remember I'm here for you bro, as long as you have cash"

With that remark, he wondered off, chuckling. Phil felt even worse now. But then he got a brainwave. It was deadly, criminal and if he got caught he would get in serious trouble, but he had to do it.

He looked at his clock, 2:26, he hadn't slept a wink. He picked up his grabby gloves and went over to the window. A teleport pole was close to his house- if he could grab on… He tried and caught on quickly, not letting go. He was in his PJs and slippers, making himself silent as he made his way to Andy's house.

His Garage, Phil thought, He said it was in his garage.

Phil tried the door and to his luck it was unlocked. And there was the time machine. He held his WZRD close to the lock

Rats, he thought, retina scan

Getting Nervous, Phil looked around the garage and found a recent picture of Andy. Using the Insta-Morph, he turned into Andy

"Eye scan confirmed," Said a computerized voice, "Were would you like to go Andy"

"Um…the year 2005, please" replied Phil in his best Andy voice. There was a loud rumbling sound, and soon a big orange flash. As he flew through time, a small clock hit his head; the impact was hard enough to make him faint.

When he came too, Phil was worried, if he was unconscious, how would he know that the Time Machine had flown to the right year? It was 3 am and still very dark outside. He started curiously at the world before him.

O.k, I'm gonna stop writing because I am 13 years old and it is 10:45 PM! Hope you are liking this story. Please review because I am sad because I am not getting a lot :( Dun, dun, duh! Find out tomorrow what happens? Did Phil land it the right year? Are the FBI still chasing him?