White. Kimberly Possible opened her eyes, and saw nothing but white. The first thing she thought of, were her recent injuries. She quickly looked down at her body, hunting for scars or cuts or even burn marks of any kind. She quickly checked every inch of her arms, and some of her torso—lifting up her shirt. She found nothing, and even felt up her back, where the glass had cut her. But still, nothing. Her realization came to her, as her eyes bulged out. She rubbed the back of her head, trying to find the wound. But not even that was there.

She easily sat up in the blank wonderland, and stood on her feet. "Where am I..?" She questioned out loud, beginning to look around. Everywhere she turned, she saw the endless white surroundings. "Hello?" She said louder, continuing to gaze around. Curious, she chose a direction and began to walk. She could hear the echoing of her own footsteps every step she took, which was near maddening.

Her speed picked up, now beginning to lightly run. Something about this eternal abyss just didn't feel right. She felt uncomfortable, like eyes were on her no matter where she ran. Her anxiety began to pick up, causing her to start running. Then in the empty quietness, a voice was heard—no, voices were heard. It was inaudible, but they began to echo like her heavy footsteps. The echoing voice swarmed her—she could heard them everywhere.

"Who are you! What is this!" She yelled in fear, as she continued to run. The speaking still rattled her mind, as she began to go mad. "Stop this! Stop!" She then grabbed her head, screaming with her eyes shut tight as she ran at an incredible pace.

"KIMBERLY POSSIBLE!"

"No! STOP!" She yelled a long, drawn out stop, followed by more echoing of voices.

Not looking where she was going, she then smacked hard into something. It knocked her hard to the ground, causing her to hit the back of her head against what felt like cement. She moaned in pain, as she laid down and tried to stop the world from spinning. She lifted her head up, and slowly opened her eyes. What she saw, was no longer the white emptiness as before.

She was finally back on earth. But not her earth. She looked around, and saw nothing but terror. The night sky illuminated the snow falling, but with a red tint. By the looks of it, she was back in Middleton, but a frightened and fear-stricken version of her hometown. The creatures she escaped from in Peru were hoarding the streets. There were no people in sight. Only destroyed homes, roads and buildings.

"This can't be.." She steppe back in fear, now touching the wall she ran into. That's when she realized, she needed to find her home. "Mom!" She then screamed, running off down the neighborhood.

She ran for four blocks, finally reaching her residential neighborhood. She could see her house coming up on the horizon, praying to god it was still in one piece. Along with her family. Her running came to an easy stop, as soon as her feet touched the singed grass of her front yard. She stood in horror, staring at her broken down and mostly destroyed house. She quickly shook off the fear, and ran inside the house.

"Mom! Dad! Tweebs!" She yelled, as she entered the living room through the doorway that was missing the door. She got no answer. She then ran up the distorted stairs, praying to find her little brothers in their room. She pivoted the corner with ease, and kicked the broken door open. "Jim! Tim!" She yelled again, once again hearing no reply.

She ran back down the stairs, darting straight into her parent's room. Or, what was left of it. And once again, she found nobody. That's when she realized, she was alone. She looked around in fright, panicking as she began to predict the worse. "No... god no..." She then dropped to her knees. Tears flooded the bottoms of her eyes, spilling out onto her cheeks. They ran down her jaw and hitting the crusty floor below her. She placed her face in her palms, and sobbed into them.

"From what I remember, you never gave up that easy." A masculine voice said from behind her. She could feel his friendly smirk without even looking at him.

She didn't even bother turning around, or acknowledging whoever the man behind her was. "It's not your fault you know." She heard him speak again, this time in a calmer tone. She finally turned around, her vision blurry and full of swishing tears. She saw a man with blonde hair, but the image was too fuzzy to make out. She rubbed her red eyes, finally clearing the wetness from her view.

When she finally recognized the man, her eyes shot open faster than a speeding bullet. He was an adult, but a familiar adult. He saw her expression, and smiled as she stared at him.

Ron.

"Hey KP." He said in a more mellow voice. She stared at him with disbelief, as she slowly stood up. Her jaw was frozen open, not even blinking her eyes. Ron was then started as Kim surprise pounced at him, wrapping her arms around his brawny torso. She hugged him tight, causing him to slightly chuckle. When she finally pulled off, she looked him in the eyes. Or, eye for that matter.

She wasn't just staring at Ron because it was the future version of her boyfriend, she stared at him because of how much he had changed. One of his eyes had claw marks straight down the middle, not even being covered by a patch. The eye was a solid grey color, except for the whites around it. He had on a tight T-shirt with two buttons on the front, but only one fastened at the bottom. She instantly noticed the new brawny build of her boyfriend, who had arms nearly the size of her thighs.

On his back, was a sling that held two swords connected to s bandolier. And around his waist, as a worn utility belt—likely the one he had used in their youthful mission days. He had thick facial hair that was neatly cared for, but also enough to cover his face. Kim easily reached up, stroking along the side of the scars on his face. Ron dropped her hand on his face, and gripped it tight.

"W-what happened to you.." Her tears stopped running, as she now look at him with the same disbelief as before. "The same thing that happened to the rest of the world.." Ron sighed.

"Shego." He finished.

"Where is my family?" Kim instantly detoured the answer, ready to launch that question at any moment. Ron didn't answer, his face only faded to sadness. "Ron, please! I have to know!" Kim grabbed his wrists, and shook them in desperation. He didn't answer again, he only stared at her. He then closed his eyes, and looked at the ground.

"No... it can't be.." She shook again, beginning to sob once more. "Kim... I'm sorry.." He said, putting his massive hand on her cheek. He used his thumb to wipe the tear from under her eye. "You weren't the only one who lost everything.." He said sadly, as he ran his hand through her hair. She looked back up at him, understanding what he meant.

"It's been years... years since I've seen your face with my own eyes.." He spoke softly.

"Am I.." She couldn't finish her sentence.

"Gone... like my family. The only thing I had to keep me sane... I lost several years ago. And that was you.." He then let a few tears loose, still staring at her.

"But.. how.." She let him take his hand off her face. He sighed, and slowly walked a couple steps back, looking away from her.

"A day will come... when you chose to save the planet... or to save me." He stopped, and turned to look at her. Tears now covered his entire face, staring at her with wet cheeks. "That day you chose to jump in front of a blade for me... you were the only person in the world, who had the power to stop The Reaver from this future. But you wanted me to have a future instead." He said, choking up.

"Ron... why was I the only one? You've been at my side since we were children! Why couldn't you stop The Reaver?" She questioned in disbelief.

"It's simple... I may have the mystic monkey power... but you have something greater inside you." He stepped forward, and poked her heart with his finger.

"You are the only one pure enough, to wield the Staff of Anubis."

"The staff of Anubis?" She then questioned. "Yes, an ancient relic. They who can wield the staff, are destined for power. With the mind and soul of a savior, the wielder can change the form of the staff to any weapon of their choosing. That power alone, can destroy the Reaver." He explained. "You has to chose to run for the staff.. or save my life. You chose me, over the entire world." He then finished. Kim's life then flashed before her eyes, as she heard his statement.

"B-but in my nightmare... you were the one to be impaled.. to kill the Reaver something had to be sacrificed remember?" She tried speaking to him as if it made sense.

"Kim, listen—

"I saw you die the way you're telling me I died! How is that possible!"

"Kim—

"Ron! This has to be wrong! All of it! I can't watch you die again I just can't!"

"KIM!" He finally yelled, catching her attention. She stopped hyperventilated and talking, as he put his hands on her shoulders. "Our future... all depends on your actions. Not a prophecy. Whatever you do in the past, will determine how our future will look. Listen to me. You have to kill Shego." He said sternly, staring directly into her soaking wet eyes.

"I-I can't... I just can't kill her Ron. She's a good person who just became a victim!" She yelled in his face. He sighed, and wiped his eyes.

"Find the staff, KP. Stop this future from happening." He finally stopped, as he dropped to one of his knees. "B-but... I can't lose you Ron..." Her voice ran to its highest octave, as her sobbing peaked.

"Please, Kim! When you have the choice... please save the world." His eyes sparkled, even in a situation like this. He stood up, and pulled her back into his chest tightly.

"Now go, doll face. Your family and I are gonna need you down there." He said, releasing his embrace on her. When she pulled off, she started to see everything become translucent like it was fading away. That's when she felt Ron's touch, become weaker.

"Ron! Please don't leave me!" Kim yelled, feeling herself leave that world.

"Do what you were born to do Kim... save the world." He said with a grin, watching her fade away.

"RON!"

"I love you, KP."

"NO!" Kim sat up quickly, screaming with tears down her face. It startled the people around her, as she hyperventilated. She looked around frequently, quickly searching for Ron. She looked to her left, and finally saw him. He reached for her shoulders, and tried to lay her back down. "Kim! What's wrong? Did you have another visio—

He was interrupted by the redhead throwing the thin blanket off her torso, and swinging her arms around his neck. He felt her sob into his shoulder, and hugged her back. "KP, what did you see..?" Ron asked calmly, as he began rubbing her back. She sniffed loudly, and finally pulled back off of him.

She stared at him with her red eyes. "I know how to stop the Reaver."