Hey guys! So this chapter is extremely long, I know, but it's all about Finn and his point of view through all of this. It jumps around, so I hope it's not too confusing.

And without further adieu, let's see what's been going on with Finn all this time! Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Twelve Years in the Making

January 1, 2358
Province 10, County 8, Manhattan
Ritz Carlton Hotel—NYC, Central Park

To say Finn was sore would be a serious understatement. He felt as if a bus had run over him—repeatedly. He slowly opened his eyes and immediately noticed the white ceiling with the elaborate borders, so white it almost blinded him.

He slowly sat up—trying his hardest not to scream from the pain—and scanned his surroundings. He was on top of a king-sized bed in a fancy hotel room. In the corner there was an old man sitting in a leather reclining chair reading a newspaper.

"Wayne?" Finn managed to say. His throat was dry, as if he hadn't had anything to drink in days.

Wayne looked up from his newspaper and a small smile grew on his face. Wayne got up and walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. "My boy, you're awake. What do you remember?"

"What do you mean what do I remember?"

"What is your name?"

"Finn, duh."

Wayne's expression hardened. Finn knew he didn't liked the word duh. "Your full name, young man."

"Lawrence Finnegan Whitman."

"Good. How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"And are you married?"

"Amanda and I have been married for five months. You know all of this Wayne. You were there!"

"Good," Wayne, ignoring Finn's comments as usual, reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a stack of folders labeled top-secret. He handed them to Finn. "You're going to need to read these over after our conversation today."

Finn glanced down at the stack of files. There had to be at least ten. Each one was bursting with hundreds of loose-leaf papers. "All of these?"

"Yes," Wayne said. "Now there's a few things we're going to have to discuss before you start reading those."

"And what's that?"

"Right now, you're in the world Maleficent's curse has created."

Finn knew better than to question such a ridiculous sounding statement. He had known that her curse had been coming for five years now.

Oh crap, Finn thought to himself.

Finn glanced up at Wayne and all of the questions beginning to form in his mind began spilling out like water slipping through cracks in a concrete dam—there was no stopping it until someone put a plug in it.

"Where is Amanda? Where are Willa and Philby and Maybeck and Charlene and Jess? Are they okay? Are they even alive? Where's Maleficent? How am I supposed to save them if I don't know where they are? How did I get that potion in time? I didn't have it on me when she started the curse? Where am I now? Why are you here? She said…" Finn's voice broke. "She…she said you were...gone."

Wayne's eyes showed sympathy, but his facial expression was unreadable.

"Those folders will answer most of your questions. As for me, I found you after the curse was enacted and gave you that potion you gave me five years ago. I brought you here about an hour ago."

"I was only asleep an hour?" Finn ran his hand through his hair. "It seemed a lot longer than that."

"I should imagine. That potion knocked you out pretty good."

"So where am I right now?"

"The Ritz Carlton Hotel in New York City."

Finn felt his jaw drop. "Are you serious?"

Wayne shrugged off the question as if he came to five-star hotels all of the time. "Now there are a few things you need to know about this curse before you read those folders."

"What's that?"

"Each of your friends are in different parts of the world. None of them will remember you, but they might think you seem familiar. When you find then, you cannot, by any means, tell them who you are."

"Why not? Wouldn't that help them remember?"

Wayne shook his head. He pulled out six black envelopes from inside his winter coat. "Hand them these when you see them and make sure to tell them they must read these when they are alone."

Finn took the envelopes and added it to the pile of folders in his lap. "What's in these?"

"It basically tells them to meet you in Magic Kingdom on October 1st at one in the morning. You also promise to help them remember where they know you from."

"And what do I do when they're all there on October 1st? Assuming they all come."

"They will come."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because all of your friends still have their true selves hidden in them somewhere. Even in the world that Maleficent has created for them, they still rebel in small ways. When you tell them you're going to overthrow Maleficent, they'll all be on board."

"You want me to start a world-wide rebellion?"

Wayne gave him a confused look. "Who else? You are the savior after all."

Finn swallowed a lump in his throat the size of a brick. "Right."

Wayne stood up. "Now I've got places to be and things to do. You've got your assignment."

"Wait! Where are you going? What if I need you?"

Wayne placed a hand on Finn's shoulder. "Don't you worry, my boy. I'll see you in October along with your friends. Until then, you're on your own. But I have faith that you will complete the task at hand."

Finn nodded, turning his gaze to the pile of papers and envelopes on his lap. He had to save his friends. Now it was time to suck it up, do the research and start a world-wide rebellion against Maleficent.

No big deal, Finn reminded himself. Just an average day as a keeper.

January 9, 2358
Province 9, County 15, British Columbia
Black Market Auction Under Apartment 15B

During the auction, Finn couldn't stop tapping his foot. He was so nervous. He didn't want to give away anything, but he also wanted her to feel as if she knew him from somewhere.

He spotted Jess with a guy sitting three rows ahead of him. This mysterious guy had his arm draped over her shoulder. He whispered something in her ear and she smiled up at him.

For the first time in Finn's life, he was seeing Jess be perfectly happy with a guy. Every time during high school or college when she would bring home a boyfriend, there was always something off with the couple. Finn took up the role as her older brother, a role that Marcus had been horrible at, and scared most of the losers away.

But for some reason while watching Jess with this new guy, he didn't feel the need to punch the guy. None of his over-protective brother feelings were surfacing. That could only mean one thing, she was truly happy with this guy—whoever he was.

"Now, we've got a lovely drawing from our very own Jessica Lockhart," the auctioneer said. He held up a small frame with a picture colored with colored pencils.

On this piece of paper, was a perfect reenactment of Finn fighting Chernabog back in ninth grade, right after Dillard had died.

Finn put his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound of a gasp. How could she know about that? They don't have any of their memories! She wasn't even there when it happened!

Finn didn't care who bought the picture. He would have bought it if he had brought money, but he hadn't thought about it. He was here on a mission.

At the end of the auction, Finn collected himself and walked over to Jess, tapping her on the shoulder.

"I loved the piece you drew. Where'd you get the idea for that one?" He asked her.

Jess shook her head, as if pushing away some thought. "I…uh…just started drawing one day, and that was the result."

Finn studied her. He could tell there was more to that story. Finn came to the conclusion that despite the curse, she was still having Jess dreams.

Instead of seeing her future, she sees her past. Maybe that'll make it easier for her to believe me, Finn thought to himself.

Finn fished out the first black envelope out of his pocket and offered it to her.

"What's this?" Jess asked him.

"An envelope?" Finn spat off sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and took the letter. Finn leaned in close and whispered into her ear: "Read it when you're alone, Jess. This is not the place."

Finn turned around and walked away, making sure not to turn back at look at her. Just before leaving, he gave into the temptation and turned, immediately noticing that she was staring at him. He waved at her awkwardly before disappearing through the doorway.

On the other side of the door, Finn took a deep breath to collect himself. Had he ruined everything by saying her name?

No, he reminded himself. The auctioneer said her name. You didn't blow anything yet.

Yet, that's the key word in that sentence.

February 2, 2358
Province 2, County 1, United Kingdom
Rebel Base—London Underground

Finn took a deep breath, standing behind the door of the rebel leader's door. He had a pistol strapped to his belt, just in case things went wrong. He had barely survived the attack on the rebels earlier in the day. This pistol had been his lifeline.

Okay, Finn encouraged himself, Philby's on the other side of the door. You can do this.

He knocked on the door and waited to hear a "come in."

"Come in," the commander said from behind the door. Finn opened it and walked in. Philby was sitting on the couch with the commander sitting behind the desk.

Finn nodded at the commander, as a matter of respect, and turned to Philby. He reached into his coat and pulled out the second black envelope, offering it to him.

"This is for you, doctor. Nice work today, by the way. Saving all those people's lives and stuff."

Philby took the envelope without breaking eye contact. If there was one thing that Philby did that always unnerved Finn, it was his unwavering eye contact. It was similar to the look his mom gave him when she wanted him to admit that he had done something wrong.

Philby broke eye contact and started to open the envelope.

"No!" Finn called out. He took a shaky breath and composed himself. "That's for you to read in private."

"Uh…okay…" Philby tucked the envelope into his pocket. He didn't look convinced at all.

Finn took a deep breath, as if he had just defused a bomb. He looked over Philby one last time before turning to the commander.

"Commander, the officers requested you outside."

"Thank you for reminding me." The commander stood up and walked toward Finn. "What's your name, soldier?"

Finn straightened up. Play it cool, Whitman.

"Uh...Daniel Wesley sir."

"Wesley, thank you. Now return to your post. The last thing we need today is for another government force attacking us."

Finn saluted to the commander and left the room, glancing once more in Philby's direction before fully exiting the commander's office. He knew Philby was good at playing two sides and keeping secrets. He just hoped and prayed that he would be able to keep this one until October 1st.

March 28, 2358
Province 4, County 29, Honshu Island
Mt. Fuji Tourist Center

Finn adjusted his sunglasses as he scanned the crowd for Charlene. He had been tracking her through the fourth province for almost a month now. According to her file, she was accused of witchcraft and was on the run, and had been since January.

The thought of Charlene being accused of witchcraft made Finn want to double over with laughter. But now was not the place and time. He could laugh about it later, after he gave her the black envelope.

He noticed a flash of blonde hair move toward the staircase leading down to the base of the mountain, where he was, and Finn moved to get into position.

He glanced up her way once he got closer and watched as she turned and scurried down the stairs, dodging the people as she went, ultimately causing a huge scene.

Stupid idea, Charlene. This is not helping your situation at all!

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Finn moved closer. He wanted her to run into him, but all of these people were in his way. He shoved through the people as he got closer, closely watching Charlene's progress down the stairs.

Once she reached the bottom, Finn was right in between her and the parking lot. She glanced behind her at full sprint, only to run right into Finn. The sheer force of her body running at full speed crashing into him caused Finn to fall over, knocking his sunglasses off of his face, and for Charlene to land right on top of him.

She looked up at him, possibly to apologize, but all he got was a blank, distant stare. It was almost as if she wasn't all there.

Finn didn't quite understand what was going on. She was staring right at him, but he knew it wasn't him that she was looking at. Something else was there…

OH! The imaginary light bulb turned on over Finn's head.

Wayne had mentioned something like this, but he hadn't seen it happen yet. He had warned Finn that if he touched them, his friends might get flashes of memories. Finn figured this was what Charlene was going through right now.

Finn couldn't help but wonder which memory he had triggered. Hopefully a good memory. Based off of what her file said, the last thing Charlene needed was another bad memory.

Charlene blinked and came back to her senses.

"Uh…sorry…" Charlene scrambled to get up. Finn stood up and grabbed her arm, pulling her close.

"I've got to go, I'm sorry," Charlene tried her hardest to rip her arm away from his grasp, but was unsuccessful. Finn knew he was stronger.

"Look, kid, I've got to run," she muttered under her breath.

Finn could tell that he was in that flashback of hers, for she was looking at him differently.

He reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled out a black envelope and a pair of keys.

"Take these," he insisted. "The keys go to the blue compact car in front. An innocent person like you doesn't need to start breaking laws now."

"Do I know you?" Charlene asked as she took the black envelope and the keys from him.

Finn sighed. He wanted nothing more than to say "Yes! We've known each other since we were twelve! We once liked each other, but now I'm with Amanda. You just broke off your engagement to Maybeck for some unknown reason. You're athletic and sarcastic and drop-dead gorgeous, not that I would ever admit that with Amanda around. You were in my wedding! I was there when you won your gold medal in the 2012 Olympics! I'm one of your best friends!" He wanted to say all of that, but he couldn't. He shook the thought out of his head and looked her in the eyes.

"Maybe you did...once upon a time." He let go of her arm. "Read the letter inside when you're alone."

Charlene mouthed a thank you to him and took off toward the parking lot.

Finn closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. He hoped that was the hardest one, but he had a strange feeling that his encounter with Charlene was going to be easy compared to the remaining three.

April 11, 2358
Province 6, County 20, Turkey
Istanbul Apartment 18F

Finn sat there on the steps of apartment 18F. If there was something Finn hadn't expected when coming to Istanbul, it had been the heat. Finn grew up in Florida, he thought he knew how hot things could get. But then he got to Istanbul in April.

He tried to distract himself by reading a book, but it was in Arabic—a language he didn't know a single thing about. He knew what little Spanish he remembered from freshman year of college and English, but that was it when it came to foreign languages.

He hadn't realized he was tapping his foot, until he leg suddenly felt tired. Finn kept glancing around, looking for any signs of Maybeck. According to his file, he always patrolled this section of the city in the morning. Finn was counting on Maybeck's schedule to be the same.

No, he wasn't counting on it, he was depending on it as if his life was on the line. Which if Finn was being technical, it was.

He saw the police car across the street and noticed Maybeck sitting in the driver's seat. For a brief second, their eyes met and Finn knew he had to go. Maybeck's gaze lingered away from Finn for a brief second, giving Finn enough time to sneak back into apartment 18F, which he had rented for the week—today being the seventh and last day.

Finn knew he had about three minutes before the rebel soldier was going to run down the street. Since his time in London, Finn had gotten a large number of contacts within the rebel forces. At first, he had no clue what to do with them, but now that he was here in Istanbul, he began putting it to good use.

He paid one of the rebel soldiers to distract Maybeck for a few minutes. Finn knew that after any form of chase, Maybeck and his partner would go to the coffee shop down the street from Finn's rented apartment.

Finn planned on being there at the precise moment that Maybeck walked in.

After his three minutes was up, Finn scurried down the street and picked a table on the inside of the coffee shop. He had maybe been there ten minutes when Maybeck and his partner came bursting in, laughing and having a good time.

If Finn had said that he wasn't jealous of Maybeck's new friend, he'd be lying. He missed the days where they would hang out, play video games and laugh at each other's lame jokes. It had been a little over four months since Maleficent's curse had come into effect, and each day Finn felt more and more alone. He wanted his friends back. He wanted his wife back.

Heck, he wanted all of his old life back.

Maybeck headed to the bathroom and Finn knew it was time. He slowly got up and made his way toward the bathroom, timing his steps perfectly. When Maybeck emerged from the bathroom, Finn "accidentally" knocked into him, spilling his coffee all over Maybeck's uniform.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Finn's façade showed shock, when on the inside he wanted to laugh at Maybeck's reaction.

"It's fine," Maybeck mumbled while staring at his shirt. Maybeck looked up at Finn and his eyes went wide.

Crap, Finn said to himself. He recognizes me from earlier.

In order to stop Maybeck from asking any questions, Finn pulled out a napkin from his back pocket and started to clean the stain as well as he could.

Maybeck looked him in the eye with a scowl and got that same distant look that Charlene got back near Mount Fuji.

While Maybeck was in another place, Finn kept dabbing his uniform with the napkin, so that he wouldn't make it too obvious.

After a few seconds, Maybeck took a shaky breath and focused back in on Finn.

"You," Maybeck pointed at him, his finger shaking. "You…I…I know you. You were watching me over by apartment block 18!"

"Here," Finn handed him the rest of the napkins. He decided ignoring that comment would be best for both of them. "Take these. I got some of it out, but you're going to have to wash that shirt to get the stain out completely."

Maybeck studied him for a few brief seconds before taking the napkins.

"Thanks."

Luckily, Finn had slipped the envelope into the middle of the stack. He suppressed the smug grin.

"What's this?" Maybeck motioned to the black envelope.

"It's for you, Maybeck."

"How do you know my name?"

Finn froze. He hadn't thought of an answer to that. He quickly composed himself when he saw Maybeck's name stitched onto the uniform shirt.

"It's on your uniform."

Maybeck didn't break eye contact with him, which ran chills up Finn's spine. Maybeck took a step closer to him and lowered his voice.

"What's in this letter? A bomb?"

Finn threw up his hands, as to say Whoa, bro! "It's just a letter, man. Chill."

"And what's in this letter?"

"That's for you to read and find out. If I told you, there'd be no point in handing you the letter, now would there?"

Maybeck studied him, a gesture in which Finn returned.

"What's your name?"

"You'll see sooner or later. Read it when you're alone." Finn pushed past him and headed out of the coffee shop.

Four down, two to go.

May 1, 2358
Province 12, County 5, Argentina
Buenos Aires Apartment Sector 98

When Spencer had asked if he had wanted to babysit his daughter for the day, Finn felt as if the weight of the world had been taken off his shoulders.

For two weeks now, he had been trying to find ways to talk to Willa, but he couldn't find one. When Spencer had asked him, he was beyond thrilled. He now knew that Willa would have to talk to him.

He did have a lot of experience babysitting Lizzie. He did it all the time for Willa and Philby before the curse. He didn't just do it because he was a good friend, Amanda found it attractive that he was so good with babies.

And if Amanda found something attractive, Finn was all over it.

It might have just been him, but it seemed as if Lizzie remembered him. Every cool thing he had been trying to teach her to do—high-five, fist bump, getting her to say his name as her first word—was still in her memory. It made him wonder if Maleficent's curse included her.

After playing with Lizzie for a few hours and feeding her a late lunch, he put her down for a nap. Since he had no idea what to do, an old habit of his kicked in: watching television, something he rarely got to do since the curse had begun.

Willa's house had possibly the best television/sound system he had seen in a long time. He knew she had a high-paying job, but this was the last thing he had expected her to do with it. Finn figured Spencer had forced her to get this, but Finn wasn't complaining.

He turned on the television and flipped through the channels until the royal gossip channel popped up. He was about to change the channel when Greg's face appeared on the screen.

Greg Luowski, who had been killed by Maleficent five years ago, was alive and well in her cursed world. Why was Finn not surprised?

He got so caught up in the silliness that he didn't hear Willa open the door and enter the house. She entered the living room and he turned to her, giving her a smile.

He could tell that she had had a long day. Under normal circumstances, he would have asked her what was wrong and she would have poured her heart out about her bad day. The ranting would have ended with a hug and possibly some ice cream. But in this cursed world, he had a feeling she wasn't going to trust a complete stranger like that.

"Uh…where's my daughter?" She asked him.

"Oh," Finn picked up the remote and muted the television. He turned to face her and continued. "She fell asleep about an hour ago. I decided watching her while she slept would be very weird, so I came in here." He motioned to the television. "Nice living room, by the way. You must be very rich."

Willa shrugged. "This is all my husband's stuff. All he does is watch football and play video games."

Finn nodded solemnly. Based off her tone of voice, she hated Spencer, just like she did before the curse. Finn was glad, not only for his sake, but also Philby's. Even though the two hadn't crossed paths in this cursed world, he still knew they would fall in love with each other. "He seemed like that kind of guy."

"I'm Willa, by the way." Willa extended her hand to Finn. "Sorry about any inconveniences my daughter or husband might have caused you today."

"Name's Daniel," Finn said as he shook her hand. "And your daughter was no trouble at all. She's a sweetheart. Your husband…he…is uh…interesting."

Willa let out a laugh. "That's about the nicest thing you can say about him." She sat down on the couch next to him. "What are you watching?"

"Oh!" He perked up and turned up the television's volume. "I got bored, so I found this royal gossip channel. It sounded dumb, but it's actually interesting."

Willa gave him a strange look. "Why is it interesting? The royal family is boring."

"The 11th province has this crazy stupid prince, Prince Greg," Finn glanced her way. He knew he had a crazy, mischievous look on his face.

"What's Prince Greg doing to make the royal gossip channel?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Oh, okay." Finn perked up, partly because he was glad that he had someone he could talk to and partly because he was glad Willa wasn't shoving him away. She actually seemed curious enough to want to stick around and listen to his ridiculous story. "So, the wise guy supposedly…"

Finn pointed to the television and started filling her in on the latest royal news. His hand dropped and hit hers. Finn glanced her way and saw that she had that same distant look.

After about a minute, Willa took a sharp breath. Finn gave her a confused look, pretending to not know what had just gone on.

"Are you okay, Willa?"

Willa took a few breaths and faced him, giving him a forced smile. "Of course, this…this royal stuff…it's just shocking that's all."

"Sure," Finn joked.

Willa rolled her eyes and stood up. "You can leave now, Daniel. I can take it from here."

Finn stood up too. "Do you need me to come tomorrow? Your husband said he wasn't coming back until then."

Willa raised her eyebrow. "Sure," Willa finally replied. "Do you mind if I pay you tomorrow? I don't have any cash on me at the moment."

"Oh I don't want your cash."

"What?"

"I said I would do it for free."

"That's nonsense, Daniel. I'll pay you what my husband promised you tomorrow."

"He promised me way too much. I don't want it. I've got enough cash to live off of."

Willa studied him. He knew that she could tell that he had his mind made up already. "Fine, if you insist."

"Awesome! What time should I be here tomorrow?"

"I leave for work at six in the morning, so is 5:30 okay?"

"Five-thirty in the morning?"

"Is that too early?"

Finn's shoulders slumped. "No," he mumbled.

Willa smiled. "Good, I'll see you then."

Finn nodded and pushed past her, heading for the front door.

At the last minute, he turned around. "Willa?"

Willa turned around and looked at him. "Yes, Daniel?"

He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a black envelope. "This is for you." He walked over and handed it to her. His hand touched hers, giving her another flashback.

Dang, Finn scolded himself. I really need to stop doing that.

Finn waited patiently until Willa came back to reality—or whatever one would call this cursed world Maleficent created.

"You sure you're okay?" Finn asked her in his caring, older brother voice. "Maybe you should go take a nap. I can stay and watch Lizzie if you—"

"No!" Willa shouted. Based off her facial expression, she hadn't meant to shout. She's had a long day, I'll let it slide.

"Okay!" He threw up his hands in defeat. "Just read the letter when I'm gone, and make sure that nobody finds it."

Willa eyed him suspiciously. "Okay."

"I'll see you tomorrow at five-thirty then," Finn said with a smile. He wasn't looking forward to getting up that early, but it was worth it.

April 30, 2358
Province 1, County 1, Iberian Peninsula
Royal Palace—Barcelona

Finn took a deep breath knocked on Amanda's bedroom. He had deliberately made her the last on his list. This was going to be the hardest conversation yet. Seeing her and knowing that she couldn't remember him was already bringing on tears.

"Come in," Amanda croaked out from behind the door. To Finn, it sounded as if she had been crying. Keep it together Finn. You can do this.

The door opened and Finn walked in, shutting the door silently behind him.

Amanda's eyes went wide. "Y-y-you!" Tears streamed down her face as she pointed up at him with a shaky finger. "You look just like Finn!"

Finn took a step back in shock. How does she know me? Was she not under the curse? Then it hit him. She said "you look just like Finn." That means she doesn't recognize him. At least that's what he thought it meant.

"Your Majesty," he straightened up and pulled out a black envelope from his coat. "This is for you."

Amanda took the envelope without breaking eye contact with him. "What's your name?"

"Daniel Wesley, Your Majesty." A small smile grew on his face. He couldn't help it with the love of his life sitting in front of him.

"Daniel, hmm…" Amanda glanced down at the envelope. He knew she was trying hard not to cry, though he didn't know why.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Finn walked up to her and knelt at her feet. "You seem upset."

Amanda glanced up at him. He could tell that she was studying him. He gave her the same look he always did when she was upset—a look that showed her that he cared about her more than anything in the world.

A weak smile grew on Amanda's face. "Would you believe me if I said no?"

He placed a hand on her knee. "No, I wouldn't Your Majesty."

Amanda stared down at his hand on her knee.

Daniel followed her gaze and took his hand back. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Amanda looked back up at his face, but this time there was no distant stare like the others. He found it strange that he had touched her, but she didn't have a flashback.

"You look just like my dead husband."

His face twisted with confusion. "I do?"

Dead husband?

"Yes," Amanda stood up and grabbed a picture from her bedside table. She walked back over to Finn, who had taken the free moment to stand, and handed it to him. "His name was Finn. He died four years ago."

Finn's eyes went wide as he stared down at the picture. Maleficent put me in her past. She thinks I'm dead!

"He…I…and…oh…I can see your confusion."

Amanda took back the picture and returned it to the bedside table. She picked up the envelope. "Who sent this?"

She began to open it, but Finn laid her hand on top of hers, stopping her.

"Not yet, Your Majesty."

"Please, call me Amanda."

He smiled at her and grabbed her hand, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her hand. "As you wish."

Finn slowly backed out of the room, stealing one last look at her before closing the door all of the way.

He leaned his back against the door and held back tears. She was upset. She thought Finn was dead. He knew visiting her was going to be hard, but he didn't know it was going to be this hard.

He had five months until he would see her again. Hopefully the next time would be much better.

Best case scenario: she showed up on October 1st and remembered who he was.

Worst case scenario: she didn't show up at all.

October 1, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
Main Street, U.S.A.

Finn walked up Main Street, U.S.A. Despite all of the chaos on his life, Finn couldn't help but love Magic Kingdom. It was the place that felt like a home away from home. The place that he roamed the nights as a DHI. The place where he grew closer to his friends. The place where he and Amanda had had their first real kiss.

He sat down on the same bench he had sat on all those years ago on the first night he had met Wayne. Together, they had sat there when Finn had seen the first characters: Winnie the Pooh and Chip and Dale—he still couldn't remember if Goofy was there or not.

That night twelve years ago had changed his life for the better, despite all of the heartache that had come along with it. But like they say, with great success comes great sacrifice.

Twelve years? That's half my life, Finn thought to himself.

He glanced down at his watch and saw that it was midnight. Despite being the middle of the night, Finn had not seen a single character. He figured this had something to do with the curse. He still vividly remembered that night five years ago when the princesses had warned him that he would have to save them alongside his friends.

He had one hour until his friends arrived. He had a speech all planned out. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but he had a feeling having all seven of them together would turn out to be much different than he could ever imagine.

He took a deep breath. One hour, Finn, you can do this. It's time to get your friends back.

So what do y'all think? What's going to happen when all of his friends get there in an hour? Any ideas? Will they all remember or will it be a lot harder than Finn or Wayne ever thought possible?

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