Aladdin was just reaching the street of the orphanage when he stopped mid-step, feeling hesitant to go back to a place where middle-school boys dared each other to run into walls for fun. It was getting too cold to stay out any longer, and it took longer than he expected to get there, but when he compared his options, he realized that going back early in the day would cause him more headaches than the cold. He turned around, not really aware of where he was going. He just wandered, for once, alone.

Aladdin was fairly admired at Animation High. Everyone found him likeable and funny in a sweet way. He used to have a few girlfriends, but like Flynn and Peter Pan, he wasn't one for limelight and attention. It was nice, of course, but then there was explaining to people that he had no parents to attend the PTA or go with him to parent-teacher conferences, which made everything weird.

He took a deep breath. What was with the weird depression spells today? He shook himself and smiled, trying wipe away feelings of sadness. He looked up, a familiar street sign in his vision.

Funny. Peter had always said the very best and the very worst happened on Neverland Avenue. Aladdin mentally crossed his fingers that it would one of the very best things today. For a moment he stared at the sign, looking at Peter and Tink's names carved over the word 'never'. He rolled his eyes. Those two were such dumbasses when they used to hang out.

Used to.

Aladdin shuddered. He didn't want to even touch on that memory.

He walked down the sidewalk that curved the corner of the street. He looked at the apartments and buildings. Something was off about them. No, something was off about the entire place. Aladdin looked around desperately, knowing something was weird about the area. Then it suddenly clicked.

Nothing had changed.

No new buildings, or new people he saw roaming through the street. No new advertisements clinging onto any fences or telephone poles, he still saw one for "Dog House", a movie he hadn't seen since he was a kid. It was like time had reversed.

As he was staring incredulously at the setting, he felt a tap on his back. He jumped, but then turned around, to see a friend from school smiling at him.

"Oh hey Tianna," he was somehow relieved to see she that was there. He remembered a point where she was a loud little girl with pigtails. Now she was beautiful, with smooth brown skin a smile that made anybody smile along with her. She was the symbol of change, the exact opposite of Neverland Avenue.

"Hey Al! Whatcha doing here? Dontcha live on Braxton Street?"

"Yeah but I decided to walk around,"

"You're the only person I know that walks for fun," she shook her head.

"Hey, peace and quiet are virtues,"

"Ain't it patience?" she asked, smiling.

"You say potato," he said in her southern accent, "and I say potato" he said in an Arab accent. He grinned as Tianna laughed and playfully pushed his shoulder.

"Anyways, what are you doing here?" Aladdin asked Tianna.

"I have a job at Dan's," she opened a jacket to show Dan's and Son's cheesy 50's yellow uniform.

"Don't you work Hal's too? You're crazy. I can't keep one job for more than a week."Aladdin said.

She sadly smiled, "yeah. Whatever it takes. I needa leave. And college 's the only that's ever gon' happen,"

"I know that feeling too," he gave her a considerate smile, "hey, can I go with you to get free water or something at your restaurant?"

Tianna laughed, "sure,"

The good news: Flynn didn't die.

The bad news: he left a gigantic dent the black car's hood.

Peter covered his mouth from laughing out loud and shouting a certain curse word as loud as Flynn did when he landed. Flynn was now groaning in pain, lying himself over hood and curling in a ball.

Peter approached Flynn to see if there was any blood or if his foot was twisted at an odd angle. He seemed fine, and besides, Flynn landed well enough to not cause internal bleeding or whatever. Peter pushed him slightly.

"Hey, listen, you know, a classroom below us might've seen us jump, so we might wanna run. Just a suggestion."

Flynn made his way off the car, sprouting curse words as he limped towards Peter. He looked at him bitterly.

"Just so you know, thinking happy thoughts when you're jumping off a building is by far the stupidest advice you ever gave,"

"Hey, it worked with me,"

With that, the two boys ran as fast as they could.

When Aladdin and Tiana reached Dan's and Son's, Aladdin nearly melted from the smell of the food. He (not for the first time that day) wished he had some kind of money. Even monopoly money would at least give him the feeling of having something you spend.

Inside, it was an average restaurant that looked like it had attempted to recreate a 50's theme, but stopped half-way through. The waiters and waitresses had similar uniforms to those that might have been in the 50's, and there were some pictures of Elvis, but that was it. But design was meaningless if the food was awesome; which apparently it was because there were a good number people sitting at tables and booths.

"I gotta go honey," Tiana said, "but I might be able to sneak some food for ya,"

"Oh no, you don't have to-" Aladdin objected.

But Tiana had already jogged to the kitchen, the chef shouting orders to her. Aladdin shrugged and sat down at a open table. He opened a menu, trying to look like he was going to order something.

"Hello, I'm Nakoma, I'll be one of your servers today. Would you like something to drink?"

Aladdin looked up at an attractive busty Native American woman who was about twenty years old. He smiled sheepishly.

"Um, tap water's free right?"

"Yeah, but we have Pepsi, Coke, and lemonade for a price that's similar to free," she said with a smile that suggested her boss told her to squeeze money out of any customer she could.

"It's okay. I'll have tap water. And it might take awhile for me to order. You have so many choices..." he picked up that menu again and pretended to look at the items.

"Alright. I'll see you in twenty minutes,"

Aladdin put down the menu as she walked away. He sighed and relaxed in his seat, taking in the amazing smell of the food that the table next to him had. He suddenly hoped Tiana was able to bring him something, because it was almost twelve thirty, when the orphanage had lunch, and there was no chance of leftovers. His stomach grumbled, on cue. He looked over to the table across from him; his first intention to gaze at their food.

But what he saw made him do a double take.

At that table were the very girls who Aladdin, Peter Pan, and Flynn saw at the bus stop!