A/N: Second to last chapter. I don't wanna finish it! Anyways, I'm really sorry I took so long, because I love this story and I don't want to part with it. Here you are! (No owning…)

"We're… we're back… after everything… finally…" Lewis was completely speechless and a dazed and slightly idiotic smile appeared on his face. Wilbur clapped him on the back.

"Yep, and it's all thanks to you. I would have never made it out of that time hole if you and Lela hadn't come," Wilbur grinned.

"Oh, you would have made it out, I'm sure of it, just probably not very safely for you or the time stream. We'd all be back in Doris's controlled world. But luckily, we got out fine," Lewis sighed with relief.

"But has everything else turned out fine?"

Lewis slowly turned around, tensing up again, eyes narrowing.

"Don't make me think like that. We've got to find both time machines, Lela, and see if the family has turned back to normal," Lewis said suddenly stern, beginning to jog towards the Robinson's mansion.

"Whoa, wait, to see if the family turned 'back to normal?' First off, this family was never normal, but what do you mean?" Wilbur walked quickly to catch up with Lewis.

"Um… that is an excellent question," Lewis ran faster.

"Hey, that's my line!"

Both boys began to sprint to the finish, nearly crashing into the garage door. The door opened with a groan and to their relief sat the two blue and red time machines, shining in the dim light, fixed and dent-free. One worry down, two to go.

"Hey Carl!" Wilbur yelled, looking at the garage door leading to the rest of the house where the gold robot was entering the garage.

"Hey, Wilbur, who's—oh, not again! Messing up the time stream five years ago was enough and I thought you had grown out of that, but no! You had to bring him here again?"

Wilbur quickly shushed Carl. "We're just checking on things, Carl, nothing else will happen, I promise. Just don't tell Mom about this, okay?"

Carl raised his eyebrows. "What about your father?"

Wilbur laughed sheepishly and shot a glance at Lewis. "He already knows."

"Fine. But hurry it up, okay?" Carl threw them out of the garage hurriedly as not to get caught.

"Two down, one to go. Now where is that girl?" Lewis and Wilbur rounded the side of the house where all of the different shaped topiaries stood.

"Lela? Lela, are you here?" Wilbur called nervously. Lewis could see in Wilbur's eyes that he was worried that Lela had not made it back here and was erased in the process. Lewis knew Lela had survived—he wouldn't be here if she hadn't—right?

"Let's check somewhere else. Maybe she's in the house," Lewis suggested. Wilbur immediately pivoted and ran towards the entrance.

"Stay hidden!" Wilbur called over his shoulder to Lewis who was desperately trying to catch up.

"Now he has to be 'Mr. Safety,' huh?" Lewis snapped to himself.

He growled as he ducked behind a statue. He had been in hiding once already and he didn't need to stand on the sidelines again! Getting up from his spot, Lewis dusted himself off and followed Wilbur into the depths of the large Robinson mansion.

Searching every door and room in the Robinson mansion was a hard, hard task. By the time Wilbur got to what seemed like the millionth hallway and the trillionth door, he had lamost given up hope. But this door was different - this was Lela's room.

Wilbur peeked around behind him to see if anyone was there and hopped into the room. He saw scattered on the ground were clothes, books, and a net by the door. A net?

Never mind, he didn't have time to figure out what a net was doing on his sister's bedroom floor, but made his way over to her white desk, where placed on it was a piece of paper and a dark blue hat—his hat! Wilbur picked it up and fingered the pattern on the front. He had forgotten about it!

Wilbur gazed down at the piece of paper. Oh…

'May 30th 2037

Today I saw my father. Not the old one; he was twelve and his name was Lewis. And together we saved the future (after I kind of destroyed it…) I never thought he could be so cool. I never thought me father could be my best friend. But he is, and always will be.'

He had written that entry to himself so he would remember the day he had met Lewis. But under the writing was scrawled something else in a different handwriting, dotted with tear smudges.

'August 8(I think), 2042

He's gone. Just disappeared like that yesterday. I can't believe he would do this to me on my birthday. No one can remember him, except me. I went and got Lewis to help me and I guess we're doing okay, but my hair color is changing and my eye color is changing and I just don't know what to do. We did find his hat, though, and I was as excited as ever when Lewis pulled it out. We also found this writing, and now I'm even more hopeful. I miss him. I miss him more than anything. Please Wilbur, if you ever read this, you'll know I love you and we saved you.

Forever hoping, Lela Robinson'

Wilbur's jaw hung open. He didn't know she had missed him that much. As soon as his vision began to blur, Wilbur blinked rapidly to clear it, but a single tears escaped and rolled down his cheek. Quickly wiping it away and stuffing the letter to him into his pocket, Wilbur whipped around when a voice called his name from the doorway.

"There you are! I know I'm not supposed to be in here, but… Wilbur? Were you… crying?" Lewis cocked his head as a half smile played upon his face.

"That is an excellent question!" Wilbur replied a bit too quickly back, stuffing the note farther down into his pocket. "I'm ignoring you for time reasons." His eyes flashed with memories.

"Did you find Lela?" Lewis asked, walking across the room and gazing out of the widow.

"Yes, I did, that is exactly why she isn't here right now," Wilbur replied sarcastically.

"Oh," was the short answer from Lewis. "We didn't really look around the garden all too much, did we? Shouldn't we go back and look again?"

Wilbur began to walk towards the door. "I suppose you're right. Let's go, dude."

As both Lewis and Wilbur approached the garden for the second time, a very quiet sob was heard.

"Did—did you hear something?" Lewis asked, frozen in his tracks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. It came from over there," Wilbur pointed to a tall topiary.

Both boys slowly inched towards the topiary. The sob was heard again, this time more heart-wrenching and painful. The boys ran to the sound, but found something-or someone-they were not expecting.

Lela was there.

But she was not curled up on the ground, like she was five years ago. She was standing up, hand on her hip, head cocked with a smile on her face. No tears, no red eyes, just her perfect wavy blonde hair and sparkling eyes that seemed to be a different color still—light brown.

"Bring back memories, anyone?" Lela asked slyly.

Wilbur and Lewis both ran over to the thirteen year old and hugged her.

"Can you believe it? We fixed it—everything! I even changed back to normal!" Lela twirled her again-blonde hair.

"Well, your eyes…" Lewis trailed off, noticing the shocked expression on Lela's face.

"What do you mean?" Lela advanced on Lewis slowly.

"They're not dark brown anymore! They're just light brown!" Lewis yelped as she almost launched herself on him.

"After all of that, I'm still different? And now they're probably going to stay that way!" Lela groaned.

"Well, at least we're together again, and no one seemed to remember anything that had happened. So no one ever needs to know, okay?" Wilbur stressed, but when they broke out of their tight huddle, Cornelius Robinson stood there, arms crossed.

"I'll know."

A/N: Only one chapter to go! Tears I'll miss this story. I'm dead out of ideas for new stories for MTR, so I'm focusing on my other Kingdom Hearts story after this one. Drop by if you play KH!