Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update ... but I'm back! ;D

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"Lewis, you have to fix the time machine!"

"No, I-I can't!"

Overwhelming fear and dread filled Wilbur. The 99.999999 percent chance of his nonexistence was catching up to him.

"What about your dad? You could call him!" Lewis suggested desperately.

"You are my dad!" Wilbur reminded him, just as desperately.

"But that's in the future!"

"There won't be a future unless you fix the time machine!"

Dark clouds were swirling across the sky, forming a huge whirlpool above Robinson Mansion.

"Look, I messed up." Wilbur pleaded. "I left the garage unlocked, and I tried like crazy to fix things! But now it's up to you!"
Lewis hesitated, hovering between decisions.

"You can do it, Dad."
Wilbur looked down. His legs evaporated into plumes of smoke and light.

"Lewis?" he said fearfully. "Lewis!" His body was sucked away into the clouds, as if by an enormous vacuum, towards his nonexistence.

"Wilbur? Wilbur!" Lewis cried. But Wilbur had gone.

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Complete and utter darkness was pressing in around him. And it was cold, so cold.

Wilbur opened his eyes. Or … were they eyes? Wilbur wasn't quite sure; he didn't know if a being that didn't exist could have facial features. There was nothing to see, anyway, just pitch black. He shivered involuntarily. He had always been secretly afraid of the dark.

So this is nonexistence, Wilbur thought glumly. It sucks.

The events of the past day flashed through his thoughts. The food fight, the dinosaur fight, the emotional turmoil, futile attempts to fix the time machine (only to have it collapse in smoke again), and of course, meeting Lewis.

Lewis, Wilbur's child father.

Wilbur chuckled in spite of the situation, thinking about what it must be like to discover thirty years of your future, all in one day. To find out that your whole life was going to change, even your name, perhaps sooner than you might think.

Lewis, Dad, Dad, Lewis.

Wilbur felt his hopes rise at the name. Everything would be alright in the end, of course. It always was. Wilbur Robinson never failed, after all.

He just wished it would be alright sooner.

Wilbur suddenly found himself praying that Lewis would succeed, although he had never been very religious. Hurry up, Dad, he complained silently. This hole of nonexistence is so boring! He suddenly wondered what he looked like. Pictures formed in his head of a floating bubble of smoke with a black cowlick, drifting through the darkness. It made him smile.

Out of the blue, Wilbur felt a sharp tug and he was suddenly soaring through the nothingness at breakneck speed, until he felt his feet slam down on something solid.

Hold on – his feet?

Wilbur's eyes shot downwards to the familiar black Converse shoes, dark jeans, and Captain time Travel shirt that were materializing on the front lawn of Robinson Mansion. He felt his arms disbelievingly, and looked up to see a smiling blonde-haired boy with hair that reached straight for the sky.

"You did it, Lewis, you did it!" Wilbur cheered triumphantly. I knew you could, he added wordlessly. A second figure caught his eye, one with a hideous hairdo and repulsive B.O. The figure tittered sheepishly at Wilbur's shocked expression and waved nervously.

"Hyah!" Wilbur cried furiously, striking a karate pose and knocking the former Bowler Hat Guy to the ground.

"Let him go!" Lewis struggled to take Wilbur's hands away from Mike Yagoobian.

"What are you doing!?" argued Wilbur. "He's the bad guy!" Lewis finally managed to pull his future son's flying fists away and Goob collapsed, gasping, on the ground.

"No, he's not." Lewis told Wilbur, pulling him up. "He's my roommate."

"He's – what?"

Lewis pulled Wilbur aside and hissed into his ear: "Look, he's my old roommate, and I really think you guys should adopt him."

After a few moments of heated argument, Wilbur huffed angrily and turned around.

"Okay, Mr. Yagoobian, do you want to be a Robins - where'd he go?"

"Goob? Goob!" Lewis called to the emptiness. There was no reply. "Goob," he repeated sadly.

Wilbur watched as Lewis picked up a garish pink binder with a unicorn on the front and flip through it. He felt slightly guilty for beating up Mr. Yagoobian, but what was he supposed to have done? He shook it off and walked back to the house, side by side with his child father.

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Author's Note: Something slightly different. Sorry it's so short; I had absolutely no ideas for Wilbur's chapter! Hope you enjoyed it, please review!