I went to London on Wednesday, t'was good. My precious cuddle Missy died on Saturday. So, it might be a bit depressing this story. Sorry, enjoy

Phil was different, everyone noticed it. He was acting darker, he started wearing eyeliner (a/n- funny story…yeah, I can't put on eyeliner), he was grouchy and even Pim was getting scared of him. Phil attitude was scary as well, no longer the nice guy he was before, but someone completely different. He'd been working at the CotLoC for two months now and what he'd done there had changed him. Training was intense, but he was now a level 5 ray-gun man and at the rank of Teenage Assassin. He liked his job. Of Course, no one really knew that he had done it. No one knew that Rachel Hisser had taken over the Icelandic people, making them rebel and kill tons of Europeans. Why no one knew? Because Phil had gone back to her mother's time and killed her then, before she'd met Rachel's father. And because of him, people's lives changed. A woman could have met someone who Phil saved and had children with him, meaning that the kids she made before now didn't exist…it hurt Phil's brain when he thought of it.

Phil lay on his bed, listening to the music. He couldn't remember the song, it was something he downloaded, he liked it though. He rubbed his eyes with his palms and then ran his fingers through his hair which was no long and matted. Phil sighed, he needed a hair cut, but he wasn't going to pay for it. Phil pulled the WZRD from his pocket and zapped his hair. Going through about 50 hair styles, he chose a scruffy, yet cool look. He sat back and listened to the music

One Light,

One mind,

Flashing in the dark

Blinded by the silence of

1000 broken hearts

Above the music, Phil heard a shrill beeping, followed by vibrating and a blue flash.

"Pause" he sighed, making the music stop. He walked over to his desk and picked up the phone-like object. A picture of a young man, slightly older then Phil flashed up. Words scrolled across the bottom

Name: Brandon Jamison

Gender: Male

Birthday: November 18th 1984

R.T.K: Daughter gets rid of country of Australia, birthplace of Kangaroos and Koalas (and any Aussie reading this :D)

Time to return to: August 12th 2006

Phil looked over it, picked up a gun off his desk and pressed a button. He disappeared.

X

Keely tapped the dining room table, he eyes fixed on the curb outside her window, he driving instructor was meant to be there soon. What was his name again? She couldn't remember. There was a noise of breaking outside and a car stopped outside her house. Awesome, she thought as she left the house, admiring its metallic red paintwork. The door opened and a guy walked out. He was slightly taller then Keely, but didn't look much older. His hair was tawny and wavy and he had light hazel eyes. Keely was incredibly besotted by him.

"Hi…" she said weakly, "My name's Keely"

"I know," he replied smiling a slime that only Phil could match. He introduced himself and set Keely into the car. Her mum had promised her a convertible if she passed her first time, so she needed to put her mind to it...damn, why did her instructor have to be so good looking!

"So, how old are you?" Keely asked him, looking at the light, waiting for it to change.

"23 in September, you?" he asked. Keely put her foot down a little too hard, sending them shooting through the light.

"Sorry!" She said apologetically, "I'm almost 17, in November"

After learning a lot of turns and what not, Keely drove down an empty road, cars lining up the sides. The sun was getting low and Keely moved the mirror. As she did so, she saw something reflected in it from the sky.

"No way…" she whispered. It couldn't have been, she thought, it couldn't have been a skyak.

"KEELY WATCH OUT!" her instructor shouted, she narrowly swerved to avoid a parked Beatle on the side of the road.

"Okay, pull over for me please, Keely" he told her politely

"Um…" Keely stalled, "I don't remember how" The Instructor leant over and placed his hand over hers, sending a tingle down my spine. He slowly turned the car and told her instructions until they were safely parked.

"Thanks…" she said nervously, "rats…I'm so sorry, what's your name again?"

He laughed, "Brandon. Brandon Jamison"

Well, that ordeal is over. Now I must write the next one…later perhaps. Oh right, I don't own the song used, the show I'm writing about the characters etc. I don't ever own a pair of Converses:'(