Well, Teej, you were the first to review for chapter 17, so good job! Usually CiTyGrL0912 is the first to review, but you beat her to it… this time.

CiTyGrL0912- Good timing, indeed. Okay, sorry I confuzzled you. In 2125, when chapter 17 is based, Keely would not be alive. People simply don't live that long. Uh… you didn't miss anything, don't worry. No, as far as the reader knows, Phil's in 2125, and Keely's moping in… 2009 I guess, if Phil was there for four years. No, Keely's not dead. Well, in 2125 she's dead, but not… well… what I mean is that Phil could technically visit Keely's headstone in 2125, if he chose to. But then he goes back in time, and she's alive, right? This probably just confused you even more. Just read the chapter. I'll stop talking now.

Phil set in the coordinates and time, and prepared for takeoff. Thankfully, he didn't crash land in a strange time. The computer told him that the time machine had arrived at its destination, and Phil got out, to find himself in the destination parking lot. He took out his WIZRD, and looked at his holographic map to locate her house.

"11 Imrie Lane, 1.2 miles away," the WIZRD reminded him. He kept walking down the streets, filled with the people that Keely had been amongst for quite a while. Eventually, he came across a street, and turned right, towards their house.

He arrived at their destination, hesitated, then knocked on the door. There was a flash of brown hair, and the next thing he knew, Ashley had him in a hug so tight that he could hardly breathe. "Phil!" she chirruped. "What are you doing here?" she asked, once she pulled away from him. Before he could answer, she kept going on. "I can't believe you're here! I'm so glad to see you! I--"

"Calm down," he said, and Ashley laughed a little, realizing how she'd been rambling.

"Sorry," she said in a low tone.

"It's alright. Is Keely here?"

"No… she went to the park. I could go with you, since you probably don't know where it is."

Phil was about to go alone, but decided it might be suspicious if he knew the location of the park and had only been here for a very short period of time. "Okay, let's go," he said happily.

The two walked side-by-side, catching up with what had happened to them, Phil obviously making things up. Soon enough, they had arrived at the park.

Keely stood, looking at the bare trees. They reminded her of her life-- she felt dead, but eventually new life would spring into her. She was wondering if that was a good analogy for her love life, when she was distracted by two children. A boy and a girl, they couldn't be much older than four, running around in their coats, chasing each other. They were both laughing crazily, the girl screaming more than anything. The little girl touched the boy, then started running away from him. He began to chase the blond-haired little girl, when the girl stopped in front of Keely. The boy stopped too.

"Hi," the little girl greeted, showing Keely what little teeth she had.

"Hi," Keely returned, and crouched down so she could look in the little girl's eyes with more ease.

"I'm Olivia," the girl chirruped.

"I'm Keely."

"Your hair is pretty," Olivia pointed out. "I hope my hair looks like yours one day."

"Thanks," Keely smiled.

A brief moment of silence fell, until the boy slapped the girls arm, shouting, "Tag!" The two ran off in the other direction. Keely smiled, watching them until--

"Get off the ice!" Keely shouted, rushing to the little boy on the ice. The girl had avoided it. Keely stepped onto the ice towards the boy, but instantly fell down onto her ass. The boy laughed at her, but stopped laughing when the ice broke underneath her, sending her plunging into the icy water. Something in his undeveloped mind told him something was wrong, and he needed to get a mommy or daddy to help out. Keely tried to swim to the surface, but her clothes were weighing her down. Her muscles were weakening more and more with every second that passed. She could feel her heart slowing… her vision was dimming…

Phil and Ashley had been walking, looking for Keely. She wasn't in the usual spot next to the open fields. Eventually, Ashley noticed a familiar blond-haired girl talking to two children. She pointed this out to Phil. They began to walk over there, when the teenage girl followed a boy, then fell down, and dropped out of sight.

Phil broke out in an all out run when Keely plunged out of sight, nearly tripping over a sprinkler head in the process. The little girl was screaming in sheer terror, and the boy was running off. Ashley, however, beat Phil to the gaping hole in the ice. She stuck her hands into the freezing water, and felt what she presumed was an arm. She yanked as hard as she could, crouching next to the ice. Phil got behind and pulled her, hoping that the extra effort would free Keely from the watery deathtrap. Soon, the combined effort pulled Keely free from the water, and Phil fell onto the ground, and Ashley collapsed on top of him. Phil let out a grunt, a mixture of surprise and pain, and Ashley rolled to the side, getting off of him. Phil rushed to Keely's side. She was cold as ice, and wasn't moving. As Ashley dialed the emergency number, Phil began to administer CPR. He pushed down on her chest, breathed into her mouth, watched for movement, repeated… repeated…

He felt for a pulse. Eventually, he found one. He saw that she was taking very shallow breaths. Still, she must have been in that ice water for a good half-minute at least. That couldn't have been good for her health. Soon, the paramedics arrived, and rushed her to the hospital.

Phil was in shock, as he watched the ambulance fade into the distance. A sob brought him back to reality. He looked over, and saw that Ashley had her face hidden behind her hands.

"It'll be okay," Phil said, drawing her into a tight hug. "She'll be okay…"

"I hope so…" she muttered.

"Hey," he said, kissing her on the cheek, "she's guh-guh-gonna be alright."

"I hope you're right…"

Phil took out a cell phone, keeping one arm around Ashley. "Mrs. Teslow? I need to tell you something…"

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