Disclaimer: I do not own The Suite Life or The Butterfly effect.
Author's Note: Sorry the last chapter was so short and this one's gonna be short, too. Sorry…
Chapter 2
Then the shaking stopped. Did he dare open his eyes?
"Zack?" came a familiar voice. "Are you coming?"
He forced his eyes open. It took a moment to grasp his surroundings. He recognized where he was. He recognized the voice. He was in the Tipton hotel, and the voice was Maddie. Only she wasn't Maddie. She was the fifteen-year-old Maddie, like she was in the picture Zack had just been looking at.
"Zack?" Maddie asked again.
"Y-Yeah," he said uncertainly. He wasn't sure what he was agreeing to.
He turned to Maddie.
Then it hit him. They were standing outside of the haunted suite. He was twelve. He was about to go into the haunted suite to see if there really was a ghost.
He walked through the doorway with Maddie.
He was completely oblivious to all that happened in the suite, too busy thinking about how any of this was possible.
But that was the thing. None of it was possible. There was no way. Zack kept telling himself that he would wake up, and all this would have been a dream.
Something in his brain was pushing him forward, pushing him to move different places around the room, pushing him to say different things in response, pushing him to scream, to run. It was all done without him realizing a thing.
Suddenly, the suite around him, Maddie, London, his brother, disappeared. His dorm room replaced it all. He was sitting on his bed again, the scrapbook once again resting gently on his lap.
He looked back at the photo in the book. It had changed, however slightly. Maddie was now looking at Zack, a worried look on her face. Zack was just standing there. That's all, just standing. Standing, gazing blankly into space.
He closed the book. That had been too much for one day.
How many other people in the world could travel back in time? Could change the future?
Author's Note: Sorry again for the VERY short chapter. I just LOVE those cliffhangers… Laughs evilly