A/N: Hey everybody. I finally figured out how to do this Author's Note thing. Now, first off, I'd like to say, YOU LIKE MEEEEEE! YOU REALLY LIKE MEEEE! Well, now that's out of my system. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed my story.

mondlering moofoot- I don't mind long-winded reviews. I enjoy them, actually. I enjoy all reviews, no matter how long they are. Except flames. Flames me no likey. I'm also glad you like the foreboding, the people being in character, and the funny. Funny is my middle name! And yes, it's still going to be funny. Don't worry. P.S. I, too, also have problems shutting myself up.

Philfan1301: Thank you for complimenting me on my making it suspenseful. To tell you the truth, I just left off there because I wasn't sure what else to write, but I think your interpretation of it is much better than the truth.

Houdinicat3: Yes, I know who you are. I think you're right about the eight words thing. Oh, well.

To everybody else who told me my fic was good: Thank you! Your reviews keep me going, along with large amounts of sugar, and my own personal hyperness!

Well, I know you want me to stop yakking and start telling the story. Okay, everybody, prepare yourselves for Chapter 2!

Chapter 2

Is This a Joke?

"Dad!" Phil stared at Lloyd." Is this supposed to be a joke?" Phil's dad watched Phil in amazement as he began to shriek at him. "Because if it is, it isn't funny! See?" He pointed at his mouth. "I'm not laughing!"

"Phil! Phil!" Phil's mom took by the shoulders and continued to calm him down. "Take deep breaths. Nice, deep breaths." She demonstrated for him.

"Okay, Mom! I get it! Geez!" He pulled away his mom, stomped out the front door of his house, and plopped down on the concrete steps.

Pim looked at her parents. "What's eating him?" Phil's dad shrugged. Phil's mom, however, was not clueless. She could tell what was going on. She just wondered if Phil knew what was going on. Phil's mom was about ready to get off the couch and tell Phil what she could tell was going on. She was just about to tell him when a little voice in the back off her head stopped her. No, maybe he should find out himself. She listened to the voice and sat back down on the couch. Pim still had questions for her parents.

"So, Dad?" Pim looked questioningly at her dad. "About that cable upgrade…"

Phil sat on the steps, mumbling to himself. "Stupid time machine. Stupid dad. Stupid… argh!" He lashed out at the nearest inanimate object, which was the concrete step, with his feet. All this earned him, however, was a sore big toe in addition to the pain inside him. Even though he had learned his lesson with the concrete step, he still felt like breaking everything in sight. He needed to do something, anything to stop the pain. And he wasn't thinking about his toe. He finally came to a conclusion. He needed to use a phone. He needed to call Keely.

Phil was still sitting on the steps about thirty minutes later. Keely told him that it was going to take her a while because she was working on her homework. She hurried down the front steps of her house and ran into Phil's front yard.

"Hey, Phil!" She called to him in a cheery voice. Phil looked up at her and quickly put on a strained, fake smile.

" Hey, Keely." He looked up at her happy face. The sight made him feel even worse about what he was going to do. How what he was going to tell Keely would probably rip the smile right off her face and toss it in the trash. Or the garbage disposal. "I need to tell you something." The smile slid off Keely's face a little bit.

"What's wrong, Phil?" Keely sat down on the front step with him. "Are you still freaked out about the thing with Tanner's nose? Or is it… something…else?"

"Keely, I…I… don't know how to say this, but…" Phil looked into Keely's face, as her smile continue to slide off her face. "It's… my dad. He… he fixed… the time machine." Keely brought her hand to her mouth. "We're… going back to… 2121. We're … leaving. For good." Phil's voice cracked. Keely's eyes welled up with tears.

She began whispering to herself between sobs. "No… no… no." She looked at Phil, whose own eyes grew wet. "You have to be lying. This… this is just a really cruel joke. Right?" Phil shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Keely. I wish that was what this is. But… it isn't." Keely threw her arms around Phil, and continued to sob. Phil hugged her back. Unlike the hug after the Backpack incident, Phil was happy for this one. In a sense. He whispered to Keely as they continued to hug. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Phil's parents watched the whole thing from the window. Barbara turned to her husband. "Honey, are you sure we're doing the right thing?"

Lloyd, who was sure about forty-five minutes ago, wasn't so sure then. "I don't know. I really don't know."

A/N: Was that good, or what? Please review. You know where the review button is. Come on. You know you want to.