Part Two
Though Robbie and I spend a while riding on bumper cars and the Tilt-A-Whirl, we know a serious conversation is up ahead. He brings me on the Ferris Wheel. It stops at the top for quite a bit. We look at each other intensely. Robbie knows his dream world cannot remain the same forever.
"I do have a plan." He starts quietly, "I have a plan and you might not like it."
"Lay it on me, Robbie."
"Well, during my free time I have drawn up blueprints and have written instructions on building something no one should tamper with. . . if you can pull it off, we both will be saved from everything that happened last year. The only problem is that it would reset a lot too, especially my mind. Time machines are nothing to screw around with. I never dreamt of building one, but you just might have to."
"Wait," I nearly jump out of the seat. "Me? How on earth can I build a time machine?"
Robbie nods his head to the music from below. "Just believe in yourself. If you can't do it, I will be stuck here."
"You said you could travel back to Lazytown on important days though. Can't you just show back up now that I moved the rubble from your home?"
"I wish it were that simple. A dead man cannot just return a year later. Besides, it's not a good idea leaving this portal open. I've been keeping my dream-world from leaking into reality. It would be disastrous."
"Alright. I will do it. I need to know where to begin."
"I have to get you back, Pinky. It's almost midnight. Our important day is almost done."
The Ferris-Wheel returns to the ground and Robbie helps me out of the cart. We walk towards the open field again. He holds my hand and has a worried look on his face. I take one look back at the carnival as it fades from view. That is where Robbie takes the plans out of his pocket. They are folded neatly. I have nowhere to put them aside from down my dress. Robbie stifles a laugh.
Soon I am led into darkness. Where the two worlds meet, there is a piece of tree that looks almost warped. Robbie pulled me in, warning me to watch my step. I am not sure yet how tonight even took place. I am nervous about going home after such hallucinations.
"Here we are." Robbie sits me down on his orange chair. It appears cleaner than before.
"I missed you." I say.
He replies, "I know."
I can no longer see him. He has evaporated into the dark void. I am left sitting, contemplating a fascinating and terrifying event. With a deep breath, I lift myself and approach the ladder. I climb, emerging to an evening sky with stars littered in the streets of the galaxy.
My long walk home brings me into Uncle Milford's home just at ten past twelve. He is sleeping on the couch in front of the television. I head upstairs to take off my funeral dress and look at the blueprints. At first, I half expect them to be gone. When I do pull them out, my heart jolts as reality hits me hard. I truly did see Robbie. We did go to his other world and he is alive. It is a miracle that the nightmare machine had a strange effect other than death.
Sleep is pulling at my eyes. I stick the blueprints under my pillow. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.