As promised, here's the second chapter I'll be posting for now. You guys can expect the ending of the story sometime in the next months, I wont give an exact date cuz university takes up A LOT of my time so maybe it'll be a while but I'll get you an ending. That's it for now, thank you for reading!

"Breakdown, go ahead and give it to me
Breakdown, honey, take me through here,
Breakdown, I'm standing here, can't you see?
Breakdown, it's all right"
― Tom Perry

The first light of the morning was shining though the living room and both the sets of twins were now sleeping in each other's arms, as innocent as their feelings let them. They longed for each other, needing the sense of warmth of being with the one person they had since birth. Barb and Hank needed each other's strength to manage in this strange reality they found themselves in. Max and Phoebe were lost in a pit of feelings they had just started to unravel and after what was said, even if they knew they should keep apart and resist, couldn't let the other sleep alone in the darkness of the night.

Barb eyes opened slowly as a ray of sunlight stroked lightly her face, at first she was startled and didn't remember where she was but as she followed the reflex to sit up she took notice of her arms entangled within other ones. She lowered her head back to the couch cushion and raised her eyes up, her brother's eyelashes were always so big, it was so unfair! He looked almost bearable like this, sleeping peacefully and she couldn't avoid the desire to touch him, she lifted little by little her finger and played with his lashes first, then his closed lids, barely touching just following his profile until she reached his lips. Her hand stood above it longer than any other feature and then stopped as if drowned by the need to stay there.

Suddenly a hand closed around her wrist and she jumped sitting up, she searched for his eyes and found a startled look "- Sorry Bb, you scared me for a moment there, I didn't realize where I was. Anyways, what were you doing?" She looked at her hand, which he still held, he must have followed her gaze because he suddenly let go, but she wasn't even aware of the hold until he dropped. She was fixed in the finger that, only a minute ago, was resting in his lips and like that she found herself looking for an excuse to answer him. What was she doing? "- Sorry Hank didn't mean to wake you, but you looked funny sleeping, I couldn't help messing with you" She gave him a side smile but her eyes didn't follow the movement, something inside her chest bubbled.

"What do we do now?" - His question could be about a million things but she understood as soon as he said it. Still she didn't give him a reply, only because she didn't have one, she had no idea what was to happen now. There were a few minutes of silence before any of them spoke again, this time was her time to speculate.

"- I think you noticed too, right? How we came to be here right now… I was crying again and you held my hand and then we woke in the school after the blinding light, I think that's how it works. Not necessarily that I should be crying but maybe the feeling of the connection between us needs to be in both our minds. I don't know, what were you thinking about at that moment?

"I don't remember exactly sis, I think I only wanted to comfort you" - That could be it, he thought. Could it be that they really knew how to go back? "- I was thinking about here too, I guess, The Unknown Past we knew nothing of, I wasn't thinking of any moment in specific, more like what happen to our parents that made us grow up without any family in general"

"- So you're saying you think we need to feel connected as we touch and have in mind about when and where we want to go? Could it work?" - She knew it had to have a pattern but that they had little to work with to find it out, still the thought of knowing how to go back home gave her hope. The past was scarier than she had expected to be and the truth felt like too much to handle. "-We won't know until we try I guess..."

Phoebe woke up abruptly, her eyes flew open and she was suddenly very much aware of her hand in his chest. She slept in his room. It didn't make sense how shameless she was, how wasn't she burning in shame! Why did it feel right, there, in his bed?! Her mind was running thought after thought so fast she could barely process how angry and confused she was.

Nothing happened she told herself, over and over again.

That thought comforted her, but it was nothing but a lie, everything happened. She told him she thought about him in that way. She let herself sleep there, in his arms, and she knew deep in her soul that that act was all but innocent, and she knew feelings were starting to bubble up to the surface like bubbles in fizzy water in a pot that burns, each second more and more. This, she laying on him, said something on how their objection to the feelings were close to nothing when it came to actually stopping themselves, and it screamed something about how those teens in the living room would come to be born.

She got up, unravelled in rage, she was the responsible one, right? So she will act like it, and go away. Make it right, by all means, even if it broke her. And as she climbed out her brother's bed she already knew deep inside it was a lie but she was determined to hold on to it as long as possible, the longest she would manage to bear seeing him with other girls and having him hating her without collapsing. Because he would hate her for it, as long as he saw she suffer for her own actions, he would hate her, but she didn't care as long as no one else had to suffer because of them. Phoebe knew and made peace with it as she climbed the stairs in her tiptoes, it was to happen someday so that her kids could be born but until then she would try with all her strength to not let her feelings control her sense and break up the family she already had.