A/N This one is sort of short, as well. Sorry. I don't know, perhaps they will all be this way, at least for now. Anyway, the reason why Manny is making the list of people is that she received the notification of the time capsule, and she is the one that came up with the idea. I'm not saying anything else, though. I don't want to ruin any of the story! Reviews are awesome, thank you readers!

"So who all do you have now, Manny?" Emma asked quickly. They had met at their lockers after school, and they were headed home. Manny shut her locker swiftly and picked her pink book bag up from the ground.

"Well, there's you, of course." Emma took a short, comical bow, and smiled at Manny. "And then there's JT, and Liberty." She looked Emma in the eye, "I asked them in M.I. Liberty said she thought it was the best idea ever." Manny grinned. "After her Dracula play, of course." Emma and Manny giggled softly. "Toby, too. He heard me ask them." Emma looked at her disapprovingly. "Hey! I was going to ask him anyway!" She said defensively. "I just wish it hadn't seemed like the only reason I did was because he overheard me talking to JT and Liberty." Emma nodded.

"That makes sense. And of course, there's Paige." She muttered. Speak of the devil, Paige walked around the corner. Emma rolled her eyes at Manny.
"Wow, Em." Manny put on a false look of surprise. "You summoned her!" she said sarcastically. They both laughed and started down the school steps.

"I wish I could summon some Ben 'n' Jerry's." She muttered wryly. "Which reminds me. We've got some at my house. Want to plan there?" Manny pretended to think about it.

"Well…" She giggled. "Yum! Let's go."

Manny shook her head quickly, and focused on the soccer practice before her. She needed to think of the other people. They were two other people. She remembered the number 8.

"Hustle, you bums! Come on now! Let's GO!" The coach shouted from the sideline, and Manny just about jumped out of her skin. She breathed in deeply and pulled the pad of paper out from her bag.

"Ok, ok. Me, Emma, JT, Toby, Liberty, Paige, and…. Who?" She tapped her pen against each name as she muttered it aloud. A sigh escaped her. Maybe she should just call Emma. Emma would remember, wouldn't she?

That wasn't exactly something she was looking forward to. She hadn't spoken with Emma in about… how long had it been? Was it really ten years?
They had ended up at the same college, but they hadn't stayed as close as they had been throughout high school.

Emma became immersed in the movements that sweep campuses, and Manny joined a sorority. It all went downhill from there, culminating in a blow out that involved Emma telling Manny that she was wasting her life on fashion.

Manny had just tried to prove her wrong, and they hadn't stopped being friends. They both thought that meant they were truly friends forever.

That all changed when it turned out Emma was right. Manny just couldn't bear to tell her she was working at the local Dairy Freeze; waiting to decide what to do with her life.

Emma was out changing the world, and Manny was scooping cones. The friendship just fell apart.

"I need the other two names, though." She muttered aloud. She sighed, and rustled in her bag again. She pulled out her cell phone. She wasn't sure she wanted to make the call here; it was kind of noisy. She thought about waiting to do it later, at home.

Oh, and it's just quiet as a church there. She thought wryly.

"I can do this. I'm an adult." She tried to tell herself as she punched in the number to Emma's mother's house.

Ring, Ring, Ring

"Hello?" Manny heard Spike's voice. She sounded tired. Manny opened her mouth, once, twice, but nothing came out. "Hello?" Spike said again, sounding impatient.

"Hello." Manny managed to squeak out. "This is Manny Santos." She paused.

I forgot the Heron. She thought sickly to herself.

"Manny? Manny Santos?" Spike said wonderingly. "I haven't heard from you in, well, in a long time! How are you?" Spike asked earnestly.

Manny laughed nervously. "Ah, well. I'm great. Just great." She said quickly. Remembering something, she added hastily, "I'm married."

Spike laughed good-naturedly. "Good, good. Well good for you."

"And how are you?" Manny asked quickly.

"Oh, I'm fine." She said in a normal voice, something Manny wished desperately she could employ. "So..." Spike said lightly.

"Hmm?" Manny said, oblivious.

"Why are you calling, dear?" Spike said, trying not to sound rude, and only barely managing it.

"Oh! Of course." Manny laughed embarrassingly. "Umm, yes. Well, I was wondering if you could give me Emma's phone number? Please?" She grimaced. What type of idiot was she making herself out to be?

"Sure, hun. No problem. Have you got a pen and paper?" Manny nodded, then realized Spike couldn't see her, and said yes aloud. "Alright then." Spike gave Manny the number and Manny jotted it down. Spike rattled on a bit about Emma, and Manny didn't hear much of it.

"…She's living in Ellison now."

Ellison…Ellison…Elli-son…Ellie…Ellie!

"Manny? Manny, are you there, dear?" Manny shook herself into focus.

"Oh, nice talking to you too, Spike. Thank you so much! Goodbye." Manny hung up the phone quickly.

Halfway across the country Spike hung her phone up as well and shook her head; amused. "Some things never change, I suppose." She laughed softly and heard someone call. "Yes, Archie! I'm coming!"

Ellie. I forgot Ellie. Manny thought happily and scribbled the name down on the list. She only needed one more name. Her eyes fell on the number hastily written across the bottom of the page, and she blinked.

She wasn't ready quite yet. She shoved everything into her bag, and stood up on the bleachers.

"Yeah, Joey! Woo-hoo!" She yelled enthusiastically. It didn't even matter that he was sitting on the bench.