Author's Note: Same as last chapter. Present. Future. Present. Future. Ok? Now, on to the story.

Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

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Alright, no time to go back myself. But I have enough power to do it without going back. Jimmy was desperately inputting commands onto the computer with his keyboard. "Done!" he shouted as he looked up at the monitor.

"Game over, Neutron," he heard John say. As he pulled the trigger the future Jimmy hit the Enter button on his computer.

"Game over, Neutron," was the last thing Jimmy heard before a bright light overcame him.

"NOOOO!" Jimmy shouted as he sprang up in his bed.

Suddenly Cindy turned to see him. "Oh my god, you're awake!" she shouted, nearly in hysterics from joy. She ran out into the hallway. "He's awake! HE'S AWAKE!" he shouted down the hallway.

Suddenly Jimmy's parents, Sheen, Carl, Libby, several nurses, and a doctor ran into his room. "Oh my god! It's a miracle!" Mrs. Neutron yelled as she gave her son a huge hug.

Jimmy swiveled his head and took a look around. He wasn't in his room. Far from it, he looked like he was in a hospital. He got a huge headache as he tried to hear what everyone was saying while the doctor looked him over.

"EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP!" Jimmy shouted. Everyone stood back and became quiet, even the doctor and nurses. "Now will someone, calmly, tell me what the heck is going on?"

Cindy looked at everyone, who nodded their heads at her. She took a step forward. "You don't remember?" she sadly asked.

Jimmy took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "No. Please, just tell me what's going on."

"Well, your name is Jimmy Neutron. I'm one of your friends, Cindy Vor-," she started to say, but Jimmy cut her off.

"I know that! That's my mom, Judy Neutron. An that's my dad, Hugh Neutron. And that's Carl and Sheen and Libby," he tiredly said as he pointed to everyone. "I mean, why am I in the hospital?"

Cindy gave a sigh of relief. "Oh, that's all. It was about a month ago. I was walking outside. You ran out of your house screaming bloody murder. You pushed me out of the way of a truck. Unfortunately, the truck hit you. You've been in a coma for the past month," she quietly explained to him.

"What? No! I saved you from a truck and then I ran off to the Candy Bar. I stopped a robbery! Then I ran home!" he told them. Everyone gave him a puzzled look. "Ok, just please tell me this. How old am I?"

Mrs. Neutron stepped forward. "Honey, you're eleven. Don't you remember that?" she said, trying not to cry.

"So this would be about the middle of July?" he asked.

"Yes, July 24th," the doctor told him. "Everyone, I think you should leave us alone for a moment. I better run some tests on him." The doctor started to usher everyone out of the room.

"Wait!" Jimmy yelled. The doctor turned around and looked at him. "Can I just have a few minutes alone? Just to sort things out in my head," he desperately asked. "Please?"

The doctor sighed, but nodded his head. "Alright, I'll be back in five minutes," he told him as he and everyone else exited the room.

Jimmy collapsed onto his bed and ran his hands through his hair. "So, so it was all some sort of dream? The only thing that was real was the truck?" he quietly asked himself. He took off the sheets and stared at himself. I'm...me. No muscles, just me. He looked like he did before he had started his training.

He hopped off the bed and began walking around. He had never been so confused in his life. He grabbed a potted plant. I want a vision. I want a vision. Nothing happened.

He strolled over to the window and looked outside. "I, I don't get it. It was all so real. Seven years went by! It couldn't have been a dream!" he angrily shouted.

Jimmy walked back over to his bed and grabbed the covers. He paused for a moment, his mouth slightly open. He let go of the covers and pulled his hand closer to his face. For there, on his palm, was the burn.