Guys, I don't think you're getting it. Skyla and Cat are from two completely different alternate universes, both with different stories and people. I know. To quote my favorite troll, Dan: "Even I don't get it."

"Cat! Cat! It hurts!"

Skyla. I jumped off the couch and pulled Robbie with me. I ran down the hallway, this sudden wave of fear washing over me. My only care in the world was making sure she was okay. The screaming stopped and a whole new worry rushed through me. I practically kicked open the door while Robbie stood behind me, begging me to stay calm.

I flicked on the light. The first thing I saw was Skyla just standing next to the bed, inspecting her legs like they were just bitten off by sharks.

"Skyla!" I yelled, gripping her shoulders tightly. "Are you okay?" I screamed at her. I didn't mean to, but I did.

"Yeah, I'm…" she looked at her hands strangely. "Fine?" she finished, fear and confusion in her voice.

Just as she said that, the wooden door came flying backwards and made contact with the bedroom wall, soon crashing off it's hinges and onto the floor. Skyla was screaming. I was screaming. Robbie only tried to calm us down for a minute before he gave up and started screaming. It was probably very funny from a comedic standpoint, but in our positions, it was terrifying.

After the door came down, a huge gust of light took its places, even more blinding than the janitor's closet. I stopped screaming when I realized Skyla had fallen silent. I looked down at her. She was inspecting her hands again, the same way she was when I kicked the door open.

I kicked the door down.

I knelt down beside her. "Skyla, are you all right?" I gripped her forearms and she gasped.

"I can't feel anything," she whispered.

A memory swooped through my brain in a millisecond. I remember this light. The tunnel, the vortex, the whatever. I had successfully fallen in love with Robbie and opened the light for Skyla.

"I-It's okay," I stuttered. Robbie looked at me strangely. "You get to go back now," I confirmed, my voice getting caught in my throat.

She nodded her head slowly.

"Okay," I said. I kissed her forehead lightly. "I love you and I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay," she repeated. She turned to Robbie. "Beam me up, Scotty."

Robbie smirked. "I did teach you something in the future, kid," he said, high-fiving her.

I smiled at their exchange and faced the fierce reality. Skyla had to go. I saw my bag sitting in the corner of the room. I rooted through it until I found what I was looking for. The gigantic sunglasses.

I carefully put them over her eyes. "Here. You're gonna need 'em."

"Thanks," she said, turning towards the light.

I squealed a bit, realizing that she had finally used manners. I got over it relatively quickly as soon as she said "Later, losers."

A minute later, she was gone, the light going with her. At least she had the glasses. She could remember. Well… I don't know the rules on that. Maybe she'd remember me, maybe she wouldn't. It won't matter to anybody as soon as I get back.

My mom and dad.

We have to fix them.

That's all that I have to do now.

That's all.

Fix them.

I turned to Robbie. "Sorry about your door."

Kinda short, but significant, don't you think? Later, losers.