Pathos of the Skies- (Screams loudly…) Okay, I'm scared too, so you're not alone with that… Jeez… this is getting weird. Anyway, thanks for the review… I'm listening to The Click Five now… I don't know about you…

Here's the next chappie, you lovely readers!

Why does that damn song sound so… weird to me? Keely wondered. I don't understand…

Like a flash of orange light, something came back to her. "Probably about a year or two… That's why I figured you would have the time machine fixed… You'd be able to help your dad more. By the time I'd get back, it'd be long fixed, and… you'd be…"

She had said that...

Time machine…

"Oh, hell no!" she shouted, and sprang to her feet, and poked her head back in Bonnie's room. "Where did Phil say he was going?"

"The mall on Rutherford," Bonnie replied. "He said he--"

"Thanks," she said, and jumped down the stairs.

Phil always started to cough whenever he was about to say something, I remember… And the day that I left… we kissed…

Something else came back to her-- "I don't need a picture to remember this," she said, winking at him.

Not anymore, that is.

She flew out the door, and kept sprinting along. She ran past some, dodged others, and even jumped over a kid tying his shoe. She turned right, and ran into the street. One car braked at the last second before it hit her, but she seemed unaffected by her brush with death.

Back on the sidewalk, she continued to weave in and out of the people, all of whom seemed to be walking the opposite direction she was headed. I'm coming, Phil. I'm coming for you.

She turned left on Rutherford Street. She was so close, she could sense it. At the same time, Phil tried to shake a nagging feeling at the pit of his stomach, as he entered his time machine.

The parking lot was about a hundred yards away. Keely had always finished first in the 100 yard dash in Phys Ed back in America.

Eighty yards left as Phil put his luggage in the glove box.

Sixty yards as Phil took a seat in the driver's chair.

Fifty yards as he strapped himself in.

Forty yards as he turned on the behemoth.

Thirty yards as he began to type in the destination.

At twenty yards, he hesitated when the command prompt told him to press 'EXECUTE'.

"Phil!" Keely called out, when she was within shouting distance of the familiar RV sitting in the parking lot. "Phil! PHIL!"

Phil heard a faint shouting from outside the time machine. He thought he heard, "Don't leave me..."

"Keely?" he asked, undoing the straps, and standing up.

The door to the RV flung open. Unfortunately, when the door opened, it collided with Keely, and she fell hard to the ground.

"Keely?"

"Who?" Keely muttered, shaking her head like a dog shakes after it's been in the water.

Phil heard this, and looked past the door. Keely was lying on the ground, a hand to her head. "Keely!" he exclaimed, and ran to her side.

"Hello," Keely said from the ground. "How are you? I hope you're not in as much pain as me…"

"I'm great, Keely… sorry about the door…"

Keely gave him a confused look. "How do you know my name?"

Phil widened his eyes. Oh, no, she doesn't even remember me at all anymore… I thought she came back because she remembered… Why else would she come back?

Keely, however, failed to keep a straight face, and started laughing. "Philly Willy!" she exclaimed, finally catching her breath.

"That… wasn't funny!" he protested, helping her to her feet.

"Then why are you smiling?" she asked.

"Because you remember me…"

"And what makes you so sure of that?" she queried, raising an eyebrow.

"Because the only time you'd ever call me Philly Willy was back in America…"

Keely smiled. "Hey… my head really hurts, though."

"Sorry," he said, kissing her forehead.

"No, seriously. Who wants to take me to the hospital? I think I have a concussion, and my ear just started ringing."

Phil smirked, and they started to head to the medical center for the second time that week.

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