I decided to be nice to you guys: This chapter's longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own an iPhone. I wish I did though.
Come to think of it, I don't own Jessie either.
They had all apparently gone back in time, but what caused it? And how many years?
"Emma," Jessie asked cautiously, "how old are you?"
"11. Why, Jessie?" Emma looked confused.
"Luke?"
"I'm 10..."
"And Zuri, how old are you?"
Zuri held up her entire right hand, fingers wide and spread apart.
Zuri was five years old.
Wait a minute, Jessie thought, why am I still here? I wasn't their nanny when they were this age, and they know who I am, so... I'm still nineteen.
She would figure that out later. She was still wondering how the whole hoopla began.
Ding! They were all back in the living room. Jessie raced upstairs and went to what was Ravi's room. It was empty - apparently it was being used for storage. No sign of Mrs. Kipling. No sign of Ravi.
Jessie dashed back downstairs and into the elevator. "Kids, come here," she ordered.
"We're trusting you, woman." Zuri folded her arms.
"The kids pressed the elevator buttons, then..." Jessie was mumbling as she stared at the elevator buttons.
"Jessie, you're acting strange." Five year old Zuri was getting a bit worried.
"First they pressed 20." Jessie hit 20.
The kids gaped at Jessie.
"Then... was it 9?"
Emma looked at Luke. Luke looked at Emma. For once they agreed on something - their nanny had gone completely psycho.
"Next, they hit 13..." Jessie pressed 13.
"She could use a check-up from the neck up." Zuri certainly still had her spunky attitude.
"The last button. Was it 4?" Jessie hit 4.
The blinding light flashed once again, for about 10 seconds.
Ding! The elevator door opened, and the were back in the living room. The light faded.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Jessie. "It worked!"
"What worked, Jessie?" asked a little boy behind her.
Jessie turned around. There stood a young child, about 6, with black curly hair. No doubt about it...
It was Luke.
Suddenly, Jessie heard what sounded like an infant's cries. Whirling around, she saw a black baby girl.
"N-n-n-no, don't cry!" Jessie picked up baby Zuri and began to sway back and forth.
"Jessie!" Bertram yelled. "You brought more kids back?!" He began to sob.
"NO, Bertram! I brought fewer kids!" Jessie said loudly. ruffling 7 year old Emma's blond hair.
Jessie sat down in the living room, and (bouncing baby Zuri on her lap) explained what happened in the elevator.
"So no more annoying Indian boy or his seven foot lizard?" Bertram said excitedly after Jessie had explained.
"Who knows, we could probably never see Ravi again!" Jessie shouted.
"Yippee!" cheered Bertram.
"Bertram!" Jessie screamed, astonished.
"You're right, I should be unhappy." Bertram's expression darkened.
Jessie nodded. "That's right."
"It means more diapers to change," Bertram wailed.
"Snap out of it, crybaby!" Jessie yelled. "Let me show you the kids' bedrooms.
"But they're... so far away..." Bertram grunted, his large hand gesturing toward the upstairs.
"Zip it, lazybones." Jessie placed Zuri on her hip and yanked the sluggish butler up and dragged him upstairs.
Poor Emma and Luke hadn't the slightest clue who this "Ravi" boy was, or what was going on. All they knew was that their nanny was acting really odd. The decided to follow Jessie and Bertram upstairs.