I'll Wait for You

"Erm, no. I'm not Jason. I'm his brother."
"Ahh. May I please speak to Jason?"
"No. He is out looking for you in 2010."
"He just found me in 1999."
"Ahhh."
"Well, I believe he needs you then. Until he comes back, I can't help you."
*Click*
"What a strange call." Lyla said to herself, hanging up. "Well, I suppose that if it was a bomb it would have exploded by now, and If I live ti'll 2010 I can't die, so..." Lyla opened the package.
Inside there was a ring. It was an odd one, looking as if it was made of solid time. If you've imagined time as a long, long band of silvery gold string seeming to change when you see it, you are correct. The ring seemed to be waving, shifting, much like the winds of change keep revving, except on a much larger scale. It was indescribable. It was pleasing to the eye, however it seemed to want to make your eyes shift away, as if it was a deep secret...
There was a note.
"Dear Lyla P. Daper,
I apologise for the annoying carolers that I sent the package to you with. This is a time ring, V. 1. Unfortunatly, it will stop your aging process, which is why you must wear it now. Please, meet me in the timestream outside 2010."
She read it, trusting that it was Jason, and slipped the ring on. She was wondering how she would possibly time travel.
A few years back, she wrote a theroy of time. She pulled it out, and then she tried saying that she wanted to be in 2010, but that didn't work. She then remembered- Jason had snapped his fingers. She then decided that if Jason could do it, she could too. She closed her eyes, snapped her fingers lightly, and found herself in a tunnel of the same substance that made the ring. She attempted to step and it seemed as if her feet were in water, but were not wet. The air was easier to breathe here, as if the earth's air was thicker, but thinner... Lyla was drowsy, but awake. It seemed that the whole world was contradicting itself. She shook herself, finding that she still had feeling in her limbs, and started to take her steps towards what she decided was 2010. It was just like her imagination, as if the entire timestream was as she felt. Walking felt great, as if she would never tire. She broke into a run. She soon was passing what seemed to be years, and years. Soon she found 2010.
Jason was there, as she assumed. His black and white scarf was blowing, as if driven in an invisible wind. His hair, now she saw it was white, as well as his skin, was messy again, and his eyes, now she saw, were pink. He had a faraway look in his eyes, as if he was concentrating very hard on nothing. His glasses were tipped on the rim of his nose, as if he was nearsighted, and he was looking far away. His coat, she saw, was gray, not leather colored. It seemed as everything but his eyes were put in a monochrome light. His eyes shone brightly, but it seemed that the night before the lamp post had shone a yellow light on him.
"Jason?" She asked, looking at him.
"Oh, hello." Jason said, the faraway look snapping out of his eyes.
"What were you looking at?" She asked him, looking out into the distance. SHe saw nothing.
"Nothing, we need to get going." He said, grabbig her hand. "It was good thing I found you, Lyla, when I did. I was looking for you here, however I found that I had gone too far and you had died. I ran back in fear you would fall, and found you there. It was really irony.."
"I died you say?" Lyla asked.
"..not really irony, merely cooincidence." He finished. "And yes, you did die. But you'll stay alive now. Don't worry."
"You look different in this light." Lyla commented, looking up at him.
"You were surprised? So were my parents. I'm an albino." He replied, taking a sharp turn in the timestream. SHe took out a map, and looking at it, he handed it to Lyla. "We are by the blue dot, please tell me how to get to the red X." He said, pointing. "You know these tunnels better than me."
"I do?"
"Yes." He said, pointing to the name and date it was written in.
"Lyla P. Daper, 2030." She read aloud. "Is that me, in the future?"
"Indeed." He said, quietly. Now that she thought about it, he said everything quietly. Like you would imagine a poet speaking.
"Is that why you adressed my letter to "Lyla P. Daper"?"
"I did? Oh, I am so sorry. I keep thinking of you as my- I mean, you..." He said, stopping. "WHere do we turn?"
"Uh, left.." Lyla said, reading the map. "Why is my last name Daper?"
"Becuase, (oh, I hoped we wouldn't run into this...") You er.." He sstopped, suddenly.
"You don't have to tell me, If you don't want to." Lyla said, confused.
"No, but it'll take some introduction. When I was born, my parents fropped me in an orphanage, figuring that they didn't want a child that looked nothing like them... and I stayed there, with my twin brother, until I was 13. THen I ran away, not with him, I must say sadly. 3 years later, I found you. You were- will be, a scientist that invented this whole place. The time theory, the rings. I agreed to wear them, becuase you were willing to let me help you. You always looked like you knew somthing, and you did. It's very hard to explain, but were actually married." He explained.
"Were, married?!" Lyla asked, her mouth wide open.
"Yes, now don't gape. That's just what happened. Becuase right now we look the right ages. That's why I had you wear the ring. Does it make sense?"
"Vaugely..." Lyla said. So, was this ring supposed to be like, an engagement ring?"
"No, that's this." Jason said, holding out his other hand. There was a thin, but bueartful, golden ring on his hand.
"Oh."
"All clear?"
"Yes. Thank you."

They walked on, cought in an akward scilence that one would feel after finding that they were married to a man that she had just met, or, of course, having to explain to the other being in the room that they were, in fact, married. After a while, Jason broke the scilence with an important question.
"Now, do you know how to time travel? I assume you can figure it out, however I don't know.." Jason said, timidly.
"Not really, I just snapped my fingers, and I was in these tunnels." Lyla said, now realising she was wearing gloves.
"Well, there are other things... I better take you to meet yourself." He said, looking left and right.
"I find this funny that I'll be meeting myself. Am I nice?" Lyla asked, strolling slowly.
"Well, uh.." (These are Jason's favorite words, as you have probobly figured out. That and "Oh, dear.") "I Would love to say what I feel like saying right now, but I'm afraid I may scare you."
"Don't worry." Lyla said, putting her hands in her pockets. "I'm not scared by much."
"Alright, you are very very amazing in the future. You created teleportation, and all by yourself are stronger than the government." He paused. "Er.."
"But am I nice?" Lyla persisted.
"Yes, your the nicest person I know. In fact, since I suppose that were married it would be that way." He said, scratching his head.
"You know, your hair is very messy, and it just get's messier every time you do that." Lyla pointed out, dusting the still persent snow off of his hair.
"Yes, Lyla always, I mean, you always say that..." He said, smiling. "Your really the only one that can make me smile."
"I'm shure someone else can. I know your brother, he told me that you were waiting for me here."
"You met Adam?" He asked, looking at her.
"Yes, I called you and he picked up the phone." Lyla explained, recalling.
"Ahh. So he actually told you that it was him?" He said, surprised.
"Yes... does he not, usually?" She asked, raising her eyebrows making her eyes look large.
"Erm, most people think He's me when he answers the phone, and so usually he just goes with it. Trust me, of a good day, the phone is ringing off the hook. I'm surprised you got through." Jason explained, scratching his hair more.
"I see. Do I ever answer the phone?" Lyla asked, remembering that she usually didn't answer the phone because nobody ever called for her.
"Not really, if you pick up people usually will scream and ask for an autograph." He said, shrugging.
"I never get calls, most don't know I exsist." Lyla said, sadly. "But I'm glad I'm popular."
"Haha, your really a new level of popular. Most people think you should make the world a large empire. I think you could, but you wouldn't. Your--"
"Just not like that.." Lyla said, finishing his scentence. "I couldn't rule the world, could I?"
"Well, that's a bit of a question. Most people would say yes, but that's becuase the don't know you. If you ask me, you could, but it's just not like you. You've always been one for letting people do what they do, as long as it doesn't involve you. If it does, then your liable to make the right choice. Every once in a while your not home when the president calls or somthing like that, and I have to take the call. Usually they ask if this is really the great Lyla's husband, and of course they never believe me.. I'm working on being a bit more open though. Wow, that was the most I've said in years." Jason said, scratching his head again.
"Oh, I understand. I hope I don't end up a bighead." Lyla said, looking around.
"Here we are, at the office." He said, slipping into a time hold.

"Hello, Lyla. This is Lyla." Jason said, causing the being in front of them to turn around.
"Me!" Lyla said, gasping. "Is that really me?"
"Yes, It's me!" Said the other Lyla. (From here, we shall be referring to young (er..) Lyla as Lyla 1 and older Lyla (actually, their the same age..) as Lyla 2.)
"Oh, also, Jason, you forgot your umbrella. I don't know how you go without it." Lyla 2 said, handing Jason a gray umbrella.
"Thanks, Lyla." Jason said, kissing Lyla 2.
"Eek, I don't know if this should be akward or not, but it is." Lyla 1 said to herself. "So.. me.. why did you want Jason to get me?"
"Becuase, we just averted a huge disaster. See, it's very complicated, time.." Lyla 2 said, pulling a picture up on what seemed to be a large TV, controlled by a small touchscreen. "But I think it should be easier to understand now."
What Lyla 1, Lyla 2, Jason, and Adam (Jason's brother, who had been there the whole time but was just in a corner until now) Saw was a large diagram that was made to describe time. There it was like a long chain, but with twists and turns every once and a while, with splits off. It looked like Lyla 1's (And Lyla 2's) old elementary school.
"I see." Lyla 1 said, looking at the chain. "What are the splitts for?"
"Well, that's harder to explain, but since your me I guess I know you'll understand it." Lyla 2 said. "That's where me or Jason have been before."
"And each time we Avert a disaster, it starts a different disaster, it starts a new tunnel we must take to get back to here, in the year 2999." Jason explained.
"What year?" Lyla 1 asked, confused.
"Well, we er.." Jason attempted to explain.
"We decided that we needed a home base, where people couldn't find us. So we decided after the earth was uninhabited becuase of global warming, which, by the way, was not bad, we just got scared.." Lyla 2 fished into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "We set up base here so we wouldn't get mobbed."
Jason then took the paper out of Lyla 2's hand and gave it to Lyla 1. "You see, Lyla, er.. You, future you.. invented teleportation, and people wanted to know how she did it."
"And I couldn't explain it really, becuase it had millions and millions of years of observations from past milleniums that I couldn't explain without spilling my time travel secret, and I so merely snapped my fingers and found Jason, running on the streets, until he slammed into me, which was totally-"
"My fault." Jason said, cutting in.
"No, we have been over this Jason, It was my fault for picking such a terrible place to travel too." Lyla 2 said, shooting a look at Jason.
"I'd have to agree with myself on that one, becuase, If I were running down the street and ran into someone who randomly popped out of thin air and I crashed into them I'd probobly blame them." Lyla 1 said, looking at Lyla 2.
"But really, it was my-" Jason persisted.
"It was MY fault!" Said Lyla and Lyla at the same time.
"Ok, I'm sorry. I'm over it." Jason said, making the timidness return to his voice.
"Well, my ring flew off and Jason saw it, and that pretty much killed any chance of getting back unquestioned, plus I wanted to know why a 16 year old boy was running down the street at the speed of sound crying, so I sat down for coffee with him. Eventually, I had to tell him. So I took him here, and then it just went from there." Lyla 2 explained, merely making Lyla 1 wonder.
"Will I experience the story?" Lyla 1 asked, curious about time.
"Yes, but in due time." Lyla 2 said, smiling. "Until then, I'll be your teacher."

A few years later, Lyla had invented the teleporter.

It was a great thing, full of gizmo's and gadgets for setting things up. She had tried to make it simple. SHe was in teh center of time square looking for a way out. SHe couldn't explain how she made it- it was worth thousands of years of Researching! She needed a way out- she remembered a dew years back to what She had said. She slipped her gloves off slowly. The cameras were all turned to her. She raised her right hand, kindly said "I can't tell you that." And snapped her fingers.

She sucsuessfully landed on the median strip of the highway in 2063. Safe, probobly. She looked to the left and saw a boy that looked about 13 running toawrds her. "Woah~" SHe said, bracing herself for the fall. She was knocked into and fell on her back, with the boy, whom she now recognised as a 13-year-old Jason, as laying on top of her, his hair in his face. "Owwww..." He said, standing up.
"Oh, I am so sorry Jason!" Lyla said, brushing herself off. "Really, that was my fault-" She started.
"Um, no, it was mine, totally mine." Jason said, "How did you know my name, madam?"
"I could just tell.." She said, looking down at him. He was actually shorter than her!
"Well, um.." He said, looking around. The light had changed, and cars were zooming by. They couldn't really get off the median strip, and Lyla was worried.
"Oh no!" Lyla almost shrieked, looking at the street. The time ring had been dropped in the street, and been hit by a car. Shattered time lay on the ground, almost looking like dimonds.
"What?" Jason asked, looking.
"My ring!" She said, noting that the light had changed and there was no danger in going in the street. She slowly picked up the remains of time and sighed. "It's no use," She said, "My ring is gone."
"What was the ring, madam?" He asked, looking at the reamins.
"It was.. a.." Lyla started. Dare she tell him? He remains were obviously unworldly. "Time ring, V. o1."
"A what?" He asked, looking down at it.
"Hold these. Careful, their sharp." Lyla said, giving him half the remains. THe light had changed. She took half of them, and grabbed Jason's hand. "Snap your fingers."
Jason did, and they suddenly found they were in the timestream. "Madam, where am I?" Asked Jason, looking around. "Did you just take me to a different dimention?"
"Welcome to the timestream, Jason." Lyla said, backing up. "Sorry if I confused you, but I need you..."
"I don't understand.." Jason said, looking around. "But I think I will. This seems like.. this is a stream of flowing color, seemingly revving like the winds of change. It seems that it's shifting, without a force. Like, change."
"Jason, are you a poet?" Lyla asked him, seemingly floating on the time.
"I wish I was, but I can merely write in my freetime." He said, taking a faraway look in his eyes. His glasses were tipped on the rim of his nose, and his scarf was blowing in the seemingly warming wind.
"Jason, will you help me?" Lyla asked, questioningly.
"Well, I suppose I do need a job.." He started, scratching his hair. It was messier now.
"Good, I can give you room and board." Lyla said. "Agreed?"
"Yes, that's more than I supposed I reasoned for." He said, walking toward her. "What do you need me to do?"
"Be yourself, and help me test time." Lyla replied, walking into the time slip.

Lyla began to search the timestream for Time Essences, which could be used to bake another ring. The shards were not very powerful, and she walked along with Jason behind her until she came along to 2066. Then she noticed that Jason looked older. Like the other Jason.
"Jason, you look older." Lyla commented, looking up at him.
"I'm taller, but I really don't feel any-" He looked at his hands. "Hey, I am older!"
"I knew these time rings had glitches, but I didn't know that would happen! Quick, follow me!" Lyla said, slipping into another time hold.
Jason followed her, still getting used to his new height. "This feels so creepy." He said, walking more. "And my jacket is smaller.." He said, pulling his sleeves.
"I'm sorry, hold these!" Lyla said, giving him the time essence.
"Okay?" Jason said, holding them over the desk at Lyla's house. "Where are we, exactly?"
"My house." Lyla said, taking out a pair of tweezers. She molded the time that Jason was holding into 2 rings, one for Jason and one for her. "That should help."
Jason slipped the ring on. "So, I should just be able to snap my fingers and go?" He asked, looking at it. It seemed like the ring was changing in his own hand.
"Yes. Snap your fingers, try it." Lyla encouraged him, and snapped hers.
"Well, I've got nothing to lose." He said, snapping his. He found himslef in the timestream again, with Lyla beside him.
"That seems easy enough." He said, looking at his ring again. "Can I fly, too?"
"No, but I am making a flying machine that can enable flight for someone under 200 pounds." Lyla said, buttoning up her coat again. "Mabye I'll let you test it."
"Alright then." Jason said, "Where too next?"
"How about 2070?" Lyla asked, walking left. "You coming?"
"Yes!" Jason said, walking after her. His faraway look returned to his eyes, as his trademark, and the pair walked on.
"So, you said earlier that you were a poet?" Lyla asked, looking him in the eyes.
"I wish. I've always wanted to write a poem that may change the way people look at the world." He said, looking foreward. "But I never really got to."
"Why, what happened in your past?" Lyla asked.
"Nothing, nothing worth caring about." He said, looking upwards at the timestream's ceiling.
"I care." Lyla said, noticing that Jason's glasses were fogging up. Tears were starting to hint in his eyes.
"Well, I.. Don't really like to talk about it.." He said, taking his scarf and starting to rub his face. It was striped, and somehow made one feel as if it wa secondhand. His warm eyes were the same way. He had obviously been through a lot.
"I'm sorry if I hit a sore spot." Lyla said, remembering that she didn't really like to talk about her past either. "I don't really care to talk about my past either."
"So, were a.. pair?" Jason asked, looking down on her, tears still in his eyes.
"Yes."

For the first time in his life, Jason was happy. He had found a person that really cared about him, and that really meant something to him. This feeling of joy that was overflowing him was somthing of a word he would never have uttered without her.
"Family.." He said, looking off into the distance.
"What was that?" Lyla asked him, looking up.
"Nothing." He said, smiling deeply. The cold feeling left him. It was the first time he had smiled in a long time.
"I think we should stop in 2998." Lyla said, turning right.
"Alright." Jason said, smiling still.

When they entered the room, Lyla found her office she had set up. "Welcome home, Jason." She said, looking around.
Jason looked around too. "Wow." He said, noticing the huge screen and the large number of what seemed to be highl advanced computers standing in a row. The color scheme was perfect, contridicting himself in the perfect way. The walls were a slight blue green, and the art on the wall seemed to be just perfect. He scanned the walls and saw some of the pictures there. They seemed strangely farmilliar, as if they had been seen in a distant memory. He saw the picture on the far left and almost choked.
"Lyla, where did you get that picture?" He asked, looking at her.
"The one on the far left?" She asked, turning around.
"Yes, that one."
"The future."
"I see." Jason said, walking toawrds it slowly. It was just like his dream, that he had had so many times. It gave the same aura, and the same feeling. Pure life came out of it, though it was merely lines. It was a picture, a picture drawn by no other, than his brother Adam.
"Did Adam make that?" Jason asked, retorically.
"Yes." Lyla said, walking over to it. "I always loved his art. Yours are good too."
"Mine?" Jason asked, stepping back, surprised. "I don't draw."
"No, no. You write." Lyla said, taking out an old folder filled with poetry written in Jason's scrawily angelic handwriting. "See? I really love this one..."
Lyla pulled out a piece of paper that looked as if it had been soaked through several million times, soaked another million, then ripped apart, then taped together, then repeated.
"That's... mine?" He asked, touching it lightly.
"Yes, Jason. It's the best poem ever written in my opinion." Lyla said, handing him the paper.
It was written in careful handwriting, obviously Jason's, and read this:
"A girl standing by the street,
alone in the colden sleet,
an emotion I can't perscieve,
on a lonely christmas eve.
with the travels of life,
seemingly ending strife,
inside the twilight zone,
time dies alone.
Through the streets he runs,
sick of endless threaded tounges,
running from his fears,
he hides inside his tears.
with the travels of life,
seemingly ending strife,
inside the twilight zone,
time dies alone.
A mere feeling of fear,
only felt in the final year,
he found his second chance,
she found her first romance,
as the love for time fails,
we let go of the last 3 trails,
and time dies alone."

"Did I really write this?" Jason asked, his hands clutching the paper.
"Yes Jason, you did." Lyla said, her eyes fogging. "I really sometimes wish that I could hear that poem forever, with a life of it's own, it captures me in a way I can't persieve."
"Jason's tears were rolling down his cheeks. "It seems so like me. I can feel it, bursting with color and life, but it's so monochrome.."
"I understand." Lyla said, touching his hand. It's an undescribible feeling, as if the world closed around you and left you only this, as you utter that last words. It seems like a rainbow, as if the colors were the lines, raining life down on us when we have nothing."

"I'll just have to learn to write poems." Jason said, putting it back in the folder. "I've always wanted to be an amazing poet. I used to write on the back of old bubblegum wrappers. There was always so little paper.." He said, trailing off.
"I understand." Lyla said, putting the folder away. I've always wanted to write music, but the music in my head always comes out differently than on paper."
"I thought you were an inventor." Jason said, wondering how she had time to write and invent at the same time.
"I thought you were my assistant." Lyla said, looking at him jokingly.
"I guess I get what you mean." He said, sitting in a chair in the left corner of the room.
"Actually, you seat is over there.." Lyla said, pointing to a seat across from his. It looked like a desk that he would sit at, very messy. It was a gray wood, and everything was skewed in a formation that seemed to be around where he put a notebook, which had a doodle that seemed to be of him throwing a cow at his brother, Adam.
"Did I draw that?" He asked, wondering not if he did but why he kept asking questions he knew the answer to.
"Yeah, you did. I never really got what you did in your freetime until I saw your comics." Lyla said, chuckiling to herself.

(SORRY FOR THE ABRUPT STOPPING, BUT SOMTHINGS ACTING UP WITH MY COMPUTER AND I THINK IT'S MAD AT ME, AND I CAN'T SEE WHAT I'M TYPING IN THE BOX. IF THERE ARE ANY TYPOS, I'LL FIX THEM LATER!
-WINNIE

I *think* it's fixed.

"Is that a drawing of Adam?" He asked, asking another question he knew the answer too.
"Yuuup." Lyla said, looking over his shoulder.
"Why am I throwing a cow at him?" He asked, realising that this was his first real question.
"Becuase he threw a sheep at you." Lyla explained.
"Why?"
"Becuase you threw a chicken at him."
"Why?!"
"Becuase he threw an egg at you."
"Why??!"
"Becuase he wanted to see what the effects of egg on hair was, and he wasn't going to try it on me becuase I had a weapon in my hand and he wasn't gonna try it on himslef becuase he didn't want egg in his hair."
"Oh. Wait, does that mean Adam's here?"
"Nope. He will be eventually."
"What?"
"I'll get him after a few years. He has a few lessons to learn, first."







I"M GETTING THE SAME BUG AGAIN.
While I'm bugged, Enjoy this picture of Warlic.

I apologise for the bug which I can't seem to fix, but I am until further notice going to keep writing in normal sized posts. Don't worry!


"I see." Jason said, putting down the notebook. He looked out the northern window to see that it was raining, hard. "Lyla, does it always rain this hard?" He asked, wondering at first where he was, and secondarily if he had been there.
"Not really, but it does rain a lot." she said, glancing upward. "The power flickeres out sometimes, but only for a few minutes. An hour, at most."
Jason was used to having no power. It didn't really bother him, but it did make him wonder about the power sources in the future.
Lyla went over to her desk, the largest one, and by far the cleanest, and sat down. There was a large piece of robotics on the left, and a bunch of tools on the right. In the center, there was a notebook. It was black, and looked very old. "What's in that notebook?" Jason asked, looking at it with a wary eye.
Lyla turned her head slowly, down to look at the black book. "It's my journal, or diary, if you will. There was somthing I wrote in it a few years ago that has been a great help to me in my past creation."
"Really?" He asked, his heavy british accent showing strongly.
"Yes, which reminded me, I have to leave tomorrow. I have just enough time to show you around, but then I must go." Lyla explained, pulling out a paper. It was a map of the office, which was a large renovated version of a large department store in New York. There were several labels, some for obscure things, some for critical things such as "Bathroom" and "Bedroom."
"I see."
Lyla pointed to a square on the map that was an old toy storage room. "This is where your bedroom is." She said, looking around the map some more. "And this is the room we're in now, and that's the inventing room.."
Jason said nothing, just nodded.
"And this is the brainstorming room, which has been painted with special colors that are supposed to help you come up with ideas..." Lyla pointed to a small room on the right. "And this is the outside door."
Jason nodded again.
"Now, I stuppose that the clothes you wear in the future will still fit you, so I don't think thery'll be much unpacking to do. If you want to, you can go see your room."
"Ok." He said, walking down the hallway towards the white dot that lyla had put on the map repersenting his room. He opened the door and surveyed the room. It was all white, with gray carpeting and a large bed with light gray bedding. It was unmade, as he assumed he had left it, and the large window on the north wall seemed to convey it's own light, as if there was nothing behind it.
"Wow." He said, sitting on his bed. "I like it here, already."

That night, Lyla waled into the timestream. She had said goodbye to Jason previously, and then left. It seemed that Jason was OK with her going, but she knew he still needed help knowing his way around. She vowed to herself she would be back as soon as possible. She walked a few years back, and found herself in the day before she met Jason. 2063. She slipped into the time hold and found herself on the street again.
She walked to the sidewalk and found where Jason was running from. She looked up at the large, old wooden sign and read it alound. "Saint Claire's Orphinage."
She slipped on the latest invention she had made, an invisibility pin, and walked around the back. There were windows around the sides, but only a few. She slipped inside of one that was missing it's glass.
Inside was a sight. The stone walls were torn and carved to an extent that they weren't very think. There were some cool carvings, but most was graffidi. She walked into the other room, very once and a while feeling a little fur rub on the side of her shoes. She shivered. It was very cold.
She found a room and looked in. There were 2 girls sitting on a set of bunkbeds that looked like they were about to fall apart. One was crying, and the other was attempting to confort her.
The next room was almost empty. There were little mice all over the floor, and she quickly shut the door before one scurried after her. She walked on to the next room.
She saw Jason and Adam lounging down on another pair of bunkbeds, Jason playing with a little baby mouse. Adam was drawing on a bubblegum wrapper, and sitting on the top bunk. She surveyed the room, it was one with a broken window. The ceiling was dripping, and Lyla flinched. "So, this is where Jason lived."
"I still don't get why you love to play with those mice." Adam said to Jason, looking over the edge of the top bunk. "Their gross."
Jason said nothing. He let the mouse crawl on his hands and then skurry away. "Their my friends."
"This place is full of nice boys, why can't you befriend one of them?"
"They hate me, and tell me I look funny." Jason said, picking up the mouse again.
"Still."
"Sherry never tells me I look funny." Jason continued. "She's white too."
"Your forgetting that she's also furry, and can't talk." Adam contridicted.
Jason was silent again. The mouse walked off into a mousehole in the wall, and Jason stood up. "I'm going for some air."
"Your not going to try to run away again, are you?" Adam asked, rolling his eyes.
"Not today." Jason said, stepping out the door and almost into Lyla. "Tomorrow."

Lyla decided to follow Jason. She walked close to him, every time she took a step she was afraid of she'd run into him. She was careful though, and made it to the park without him noticing.
When she got there, Jason just strolled along for a while, and then went into the woods. He went down to a small river, and started gazing into it longingly.
"It's not fair." He said to himself, skipping a stone across the clear still waters. "Why do they get to live normal lives? It's not like I chose to be this way."
Lyla sat next to him, being careful not to let him notice she was there. She looked at him, and could see he was crying. There were so little sounds that a small frog sounded like a title wave. Lyla was silent.
"I mean, my parents didn't even like me. Arn't your parents supposed to love you more than anyone else? Arn't they?" Jason kept going, quietly. "I don't get it."
Lyla though to herself about the way that Jason always looked, how he always had that faraway sad look in his eyes. He could be attentive, but I suppose that he just wished that someone loved him. She sighed quietly. She really did feel sorry for him, really sorry. Now she realised why he was the way he was.
"And why do I get the feeling I'm being watched?" Jason asked himself, looking at the water.

Jason didn't go home that night, he stayed in the woods.
Lyla stayed with him.

It was a cool night, not very humid. Lyla lay down a good 10 feet from Jason, hoping he didn't roll over in the night, and dreft off to sleep.


In the morning she woke up with the sun in her eyes. Jason was by the lake again, washing his face. He walked through the park, and back home. Lyla was glad that it was morning, she could finally go home. She followed Jason home, or, not home. Or, to the shelter. She went through the door and found that Adam was still asleep. He was on the floor, sprawled out with his head cocked to the side.
"Adam?" Jason asked, looking down at him.
"Huhhhhhhh..." Adam droned.
"Adam, are you awake?"
"Huhh.... Jason?"
"Yeah, Adam."
"JASON!!!" Adam shiriked, sounding like a girl. He jumped up and hugged him tightly.
"Hi, Adam."
"Jason, I was sooo worried about you! Where were you?"
"The park. I spent the night there."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm leaving today. You coming, Adam?"
"Jason..."
"I'm going."
"I can't."

Jason was blindly walking in circles. There were walls, and there were doors. They all looked the same, and he had already at least seen door 1101 at least 27 times. He finally turned the map around the right corner, next to the room marked "Kitchen" and, relieved, he opened the fridge.

There were a lot of apples and peppers on the first shelf. There were also oranges, and lots of carrots. He stared blindly at them, and looked at the second shelf.
There was bread. Buns, Rolls, and loaves. Among all this, were some peppers and apples.
The third shelf contained broccoli, spiniach, and a few apples and peppers.
"What the..."
The fourth contained a lot- and I mean, a LOT, of blueberries.
The Fith was nothing but eggs and celery.
Jason stepped back and saw what had happened. They were all organised by color. They made a nice rainbow if you stood a good 30 feet away.

Jason was not confused for 2 reasons. The first was that even he knew that you don't organise food by color, and secondarily he was wondering why there was so much food there. He hadn't seen that much food in his life. And really, he couldn't cook either. He wasn't really all that hungry, so he decided to grab a nice red apple and wonder around some more.

Jason then went back to the office, and sat at his desk. There was a drawing sitting on the desk. It was a good drawing, but very odd. It was of Lyla standing on the street corner of Broadway and Wall street. The way was dark, and the street lamp was casting an odd light over her face. It was odd, and it seemed almost so much like Lyla that he almost wanted to talk to the drawing. It looked like her, and captured her emotion in such a way that one could never explain. He tore his eyes away from the page and looked at Adam's desk. There was an unmistakeable drawing of him on the pad. It was almost the same as the Lyla drawing, except it was a headshot, looking off into the distance with the look that he knew so well. His scarf was blowing in the wind, and he looked sad. Jason shivered. It seemed like it really was him on the paper.

At that point Lyla stepped through the door.

"I'm back." Lyla said, Smiling at Jason. "You do OK while I was gone?"
Jason was still staring at his brother's notebook. It was, different. Somehow it captured his emotions and sent them spinning. He looked up.
"Jason?"
"Yes, sorry." Jason said, turning around.
"You ok?" Lyla asked, concerned.
"Oh, I'm fine." Jason said, walking toward his own desk and sitting down. "Where were you?"
"I was a few years back, running an errand." Lyla lied.
"Mmhmmm." Jason said, taking another bite out of his apple.
"I'm glad to be back, I really hated it in 2020." Lyla said shivering.
"2020?" Jason asked, spinning in his swivel chair.
"Yeah, I went there to.. uh.. watch the decline of western civilization."
"Ahh. Wasn't that in 2034?"
"No." Lyla said hastily.
"Sorry, sorry."
"So, what were you doing at Adam's desk?"
I was just looking at that drawing. Jason's mind said, but his mouth said nothing. "Nothing."
"Your shure?"
"Yes. What should we do now?"
"Well, I wanted to try an experiment that may save the world!" Lyla said, happy to be off the subject of where she was.
"Ahh. How do you intend to do that and which threat are you going to dispatch first?"
"Global warming."
"I see."
"I figured that first I could just cut out the older power sources, then start powering them with this." Lyla said, pulling out a blueprint from the 3rd shelf above her head. It showed a glowing tube with some lines sticking out of it that were probobly labled.
"What would that be?"
"A power generator."
"...No, I mean what is it?"
"It's a combination of lemons, copper, and some wires." Lyla said, simply. "It's more complicated that that, but really It's not bad."
"Lemons?" Jason asked, his eyebrows shooting up. Apparently he had forgotten to tell Lyla he was allergic to lemons.
"Yes lemons. Why do you ask?"
"Because... I'm allergic to lemons."
"Ahh. Well, we can use limes."
"Shall we start?"
"Yes, we shall."

The two headed off to the mastermind room, left of the inventing room, right to the office, and north to the restrooms. She grabbed his hand, letting her energy flow into his. It felt good holding her hand.
When they reached the mastermind room, Jason saw that there was a large amount of unidentified metal, wires, and other misic junk everywhere.
"This is the mastermind room?"
"Yes."
"I see."
As lyla walked onto the left side of the room, she picked up some metal. She then got some wires, and then directed Jason to hand her some different tools. Hours later, It was almost finished.

"Geez, this is really complicated for a "5th grade experiment"." Jason said, looking at the machine. "Is that really going to power much?"
"About, half of the world." Lyla said, chewing her gum. "It's very powerful..."
"I see."
It looked like an old rusty car with a nice fruity coat. It was really not pretty.
As Lyla was marveling at it, and Jason was standing there awefully confused, the room suddenly went very, very dark. The two stood alone in the room, and there was no light whatsoever.
"The power blows." Jason said, putting his hand on his forehead.

No reference/pun intended.

Lyla and Jason had found their way back to the office and were sitting down on the couch by the southmost wall, which most people ignored, invluding Lyla and Jason, unless they needed somewhere that wouldn't move. There was a candle next to Lyla on the side table, along with a box of matches. Lyla fumbled with them miserably. Jason was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed wondering when the power would turn back on. Not that he was used to having power, but it was annoying with nothing to do. All converstaions with Lyla were brief and unsucsuessful, and every time he'd try to strike up a fast chat he'd just end up spilling things that were currently sealed, and were supposed to stay that way.

For some reason he could tell Lyla anything, and it was odd becuase he told her most things without realising it. She had mentioned his love for animals a few hours ago.

"Lyla, where were you when you were gone?" Jason asked, resting his elbow on the armrest of the couch.
"Um, 2020, remember?" Lyla said hastily. Oh dear.
"Really?" Jason asked, suddenly sensing th queasyness in her voice.
"No."
"Then where were you?" Jason asked, surprised.
"2063." Lyla said, turning away from Jason like she could see.
"What were you doing there?"
"I was in the park." Lyla said, not completely lying.
"Where?"
"The park, by the river."
"What day?
"The 23rd."
"Mmhmm..." Jason was cut off by the swift fizzing out of the candle next to Lyla's face. It was pitch black. Lyla grabbed the matches and stuffed them in her pocket. She didn't exactly want Jason finding them.
"Shoot."
"I'm sorry..." She said, pretending to look for the matches on the table.
"No, I'm sorry..."
"No, I'm Sorry." Lyla said firmly.
Jason glanced at where he thought Lyla was. He really was sorry.
"Look Lyla..." Jason started.
"I'll go find the matches!" Lyla announced, standing up. She walked towards the northmost wall.
"Let me."
"No, no..." Lyla said, panicing.
"Lyla, it's ok."
"No, no it's not."
"Yes, I understand that you went and saw me in the park the other day, and I'm perfectly OK with it!" Jason said in one long breath. Lyla stopped. Jason had in the process, walked across the room and pinned her to the wall.
"Jaso-"
"No. I understand."
Lyla's eyes filled with tears. "Somehow you can always get me to spill my secrets, even when I swear to myself not to tell. I don't know why, but I just, can't keep things to myself in front of you."
"Me too, Lyla. I always kept secrets my whole life ad I never realised that one thing could change that. I could write a whole list of secrets I've told you I've never told anyone, and I just met you two days ago."
"I understand that you always wanted to find your voice, I really do. I found mine, and now I'm here to help you find yours."
"And I know that you have always wanted to write a song. A great song, tha thas harmonies and melodies and a boy soprano and amazing things that can make people feel the way that you do when you hear music. I can hear it on your voice, Lyla."
"Like I can hear yours, Jason. Your voice is like music to me. If I could express myself right now, I'd probobly end up never finding the last little connection needed. It's undescrible. And I hate that about you. But I love you so much." Lyla finished, tears streaming down her face.
"You.. love me?" Jason asked.
"Yes, Jason, I love you." Lyla said, looking at what black outline she assumed was her feet.
"Me too." Jason said, kissing lyla lightly on the cheek. At that single moment every light in the office went on at the same time, surprising both.
"Lyla," Jason said, looking at the matchbox in Lyla's hands.
"Yes?" Lyla said, attempting to wipe the tears off her face at the same time with her other hand.
"You had the matches the whole time?"

The next morning the storm was gone and the world was at rest. With all realised Jason felt great. He woke up in the morning, got dressed, and ran into the kitchen with a smile. He opened the fridge and saw that all teh lemons and limes were missing. He didn't care. Jason then grabbed some eggs and attempted to scramble them all by himself, accadentally burning them, but he didn't care. He ate them anyway.

Lyla was in a quite different mood. She walked into the kitchen for breakfast and decided she wasn't hungry. She sat across from Jason, and he could see that she wasn't happy.
"Lyla, what's wrong?" Jason asked, looking at her while eating his crunchily burned eggs.
"It's. Nothing." Lyla said, crossing her arms and keeping her stome face solid.
"It's somthing Lyla, your not yourself today." Jason persisted.
"Last time I checked I was."
"Check again."
Lyla then, just for a laugh, stood up and spun in a circle. "I'm still me."
"Jason stood up and put his hand on Lyla's shoulder. "Look, tell me what's wrong!"
"Nothing's wrong!"
"Yes there is! Just tell me."
"I-i-..." Lyla started. "No, nothing's wrong!"
"LYLA, TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG!" Jason said, grabbing both her shoulders.
Lyla's eyes filled with tears. "It failed." Lyla said, smiling slightly. "It really bothers me when an experiment fails, and I'm usually like this. So just... bear with me... I'm JUST SO ANGRY!" Lyla said, tears streaming down her face. She stamped her foot hard and totally incadentally she stuffed her left heel into Jason's shoeless sock.
"OWWWWW!" Jason said, looking at the blood rushing out of his foot. "SHAARP HEELS!"
"AHHHH! Jason, I'm sooo sorryy! Really! I- Um... RIGHT!" Lyla said, rushing off.
When she got back there was blood all over the kitchen and she felt really really un-hungry.
She patched up the hole and took off her bloodstained heels. "Ah well, Rest in peace my dear 6 1/2's." She said, throwing them out. She got another bandage and put it around Jason's foot.
"It's really ok, I'm kindof immune to that type of pain..." Jason said, feeling a little bit helpless.
"No, no. We don't want it to get infected, becuase then problems will arise.." Lyla said, finishing up the job. "I think I may have some stuff you can use as crutches." She said, rushing out of the room.
Jason attempted to stand, and his right foot flared with pain. "Oh, OWW!" He shriked to himself, careful not to let Lyla hear. A small bead of sweat fell down his forehead.
"Baaaaaaack!" Lyla said, carrying to large makeshift crutches. "Sorry, their not great, but they'll do. Tell me if their the wrong size."
Jason grabbed them and stood, careful not to let his right foot touch the ground. "Thanks. Their perfect."
"Sorry I stepped on your foot, I really just get mad..."
"And I'm sorry your experiment failed. You can always try again. That's what second chances are for."
"Thanks, Jason." Lyla said, smiling. "You've given me hope."
"No, you've given me hope." Jason said to himself, watching Lyla leave the room.

Jason limped into the mastermind room and went to talk to Lyla. She was working away in the corner, sucking on a lemon. She looked up at Jason.
"Hey, Lyla. How's it going?" Jason asked, looking at the machine.
Lyla took the lemon out of her mouth. "Good. I figured out that I just needed to ajust a few wires, 39x got connected to y39. Simple mistake to make, hard to fix... Lyla said, continuing to tighted and loosen wires. "These lemons are great."
"Haha, just don't breathe on me." Jason said, looking at the large, large supply of lemons next to lyla.
"Will do." Lyla said, Handing Jason a pair of goggles. "Put these on."
Lyla put a fair on for herself, and took out a blowtorch. She lighted it, slowly, and started slowly welding 2 small part's together. "CAREFUL, DON'T GET TOO CLOSE!"
"FIRE!!!!!" He screamed, making a fast backwards dash and running into the wall. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Don't worry, it's controlled.." Lyla said, turning off the blowtorch. She flickered it a few times to show Jason.
"Ahhh, turn it off! And quit waving that thing at me!!" Jason said, waving hsi arms helplessly. His foot hurt again.
"Sorry, sorry..." Lyla said, contunuing to mess with the wires.
"Hey Lyla." Jason said, looking down at her, yet again saying somthing that he shouldn't have been saying.
"Mm?" Lyla asked looking standing up and taking then lemon out of her mouth.
"This morning, how you said I gave you a second chance?" Jason said slowly.
"Yes?"
"I really don't think I did, you gave me mine. I guess you saw, but a while a go, my life was pure dust. I just really wanted to have a real life, with normal things. Always having someone there, for me, when I needed them. And I want to thank you for that."
"I-i.." Lyla didn't know what to say.
"And I don't know how to thank you, but someday I will. Trust me." Jason said, kissing lyla.
It wasn't a very long kiss. Jason almost immediatly list balence and fell over. He has fainted.
"Jason?" She asked, remembering suddenly that he was allergic to lemons.
"SHOOT!" Lyla screamed. Running to get the emergency health kit from the kitchen.

A few hours later, Lyla's lemon breath was gone. And it was good to, becuase she eneded up having to do CPR. Jason woke up finally, and, dazed, said very quietly, "Lemons. Shoot."
"I'm really sorry, but They just taste good." Lyla said, shrugging. "And back to where we left off, you don't have to thank me. Your a bit like, my, second half." Lyla said, smiling slightly.
"No, really, your what i've been looking for all along." Jason said, leading Lyla into a real, no fainty, not lemony, kiss.
(TBC- G2G to bed!)

The next day, Lyla went back in time to get Adam. Jason followed. It was raining, and Jason walked into his old room. The musty smell of mold and moss reminded him of a while ago. He had nearly forgotten how bad it was from the last few days. He walked looked down at adam, seeing as his older brother was just about 1 foot shorter than him.
"Hello, Adam." he said, slowly.
"Jason...?" Adam asked, looking up at him, bewildered.
"Yes. I need you to come with me." Jason said, slowly. He glanced at Lyla, leaning on the doorframe. She nodded.
"Please, Adam." Jason said.
"I-- no!" Adam said, stepping back.
"Please, Adam, it's me, Jason!" He said, grabbing his hand.
"Your not Jason! Jason is 13!" Adam screeched.
"Could you please trust me?" He asked, squeesing his hand slightly.
"Fine. But you have to answer a question." Adam said, taking his hand away.
"Ok." Jason said, "What do you need?"
"What's that rat's name?" Adam asked, pointing to the mouse over in the corner. "You don't know? Leave."
"Sherry." Jason said, stepping over to the mouse. "I missed you!"
Adam blinked. "Ok, I believe you now."
"Good, becuase we need to get going. Follow me." Lyla said, stepping foreward.
"Wait, who are you?" Adam asked, stepping back.
"Lyla. Lyla Prancer." She said, crossing her arms.
"Your the inventor that eveyrone thinks is dead?!" Adam asked, looking up at her, confused.
"They think I'm dead? Well, ok. That's me." Lyla said, smiling.
"Why are you here?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips akwardly.
"To save your life." She said, talking a time ring out of her pocket. "Put this on."
"Fine, but only if Jason says it's ok."
Jason nodded. "Trust her."
Adam slipped on the ring and then they were set. "Are we ready?" Jason asked, smiling.
"Yes." Adam said, looking at Jason's hand. "Why do you still have Sherry?"
"Becuase, I want to keep her as my pet." Jason said, smiling. This was the first time Adam had ever seen Jason smile.
"O, kay." Lyla said, smiling at Jason. "Shall we go?"
They all held hands, and Lyla snapped her fingers. They were suddenly transported to the time sequesnce, and quickly ran to the office. This time, Adam looked 16.
"I really need to fix that bug, I don't know why it happens." Lyla said, looking up at Jason and Adam, or Adam and Jason, becuase she couldn't exactly tell who was who. One was an inch taller, but she wasn't shure who.
"Dang, I liked being tall." Jason said, looking up at Adam.
"I'm going to need to make you name tags." Lyla said, looking at the two and opening the door.

Jason's Gray Folder!
Part I

Forever in Time
Alone in this world,
seeming like life,
has just unfurled.
Watching the one,
who means so much to me,
gone in a whisp,
before I could see,
who she really was,
to tell her who she was to me.
As I sit here alone,
alone and sad,
I think about all that she gave me,
all I had.

Lyla
Listening,
Yearning,
Learning,
Answering.

Love.
Flowing, Starring,
Meaning, Confusing, Smiling,
Happy, velvet, screaming, shouting,
wishing, crying, shrieking,
wishing wanting,
Loss.

When your gone

When your gone,
Everything is wrong.
Life seems to stop, when your gone.
I lose, when your not here.
I always won when you were near.
I live my life in fear, but not when you were here.
I miss you, and I can never seem to realise.
I've tried too many times to tell myself that your gone.
And though your still with me, I can't hold on.
I missed you when you left,
but now so much more.
Since you won't come back, I'll never see your smile,
your second chance.

As they three walked into the room, he had the same reaction that Jason had going on in his head, execpt out loud. He, unlike Jason, usually said things out loud.
"Holy crud. This is awesome!" He said, looking around. "Did I decorate the walls?"
"Yes." Jason said, smiling.
"I'M AWESOME!" Adam said, smiling broadly.
"Glad you think so." Lyla said, smiling to complete the trio. "Jason, do you want to show your brother around?"
"Shure." Jason said, walking out of the room with Jason following him.
Lyla was pretty shure that he didn't know the way around, but she was thinking that they were supposed to catch up on old times. She smiled to herself, and chuckled quietly. As she walked into the mastermind room, she was in full laugh mode. The way the two were different, but the same, it was just odd.
She then started working on the lemon power machine thing.

Jason and Adam were laughing together about old times. As they walked down the hall towards Adam's room, (Labeled on the map) they had early forgotten all of the old things they used to fight about! It was like a little annaversary.
"Hey, Why did you think Lyla was dead?" Jason asked, hands in pockets.
"Well, when she dissappeared, they just decided she got hit by a car or somthin. There's a rumor that her head's frozen in her old basement."
"Really?" Jason asked, laughing. "I nearly forgot about that."
"You forget a lot."
"I know, I know. But really, what's there to remember?"
"Everything's to remember, becuase remembering is living." Adam said, shrugging.
"But really, why can't we just make our moments last forever? In time."
"Becuase, that's the way it works."
"I just get this pain, when I remember."
"It goes away."
"I guess I just have to let go sometimes." Jason said, getting that faraway look in his eyes again.
"What are you always thinking about when you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Get that look."
"What look?"
"THAT look." Adam persisted, "The one where you just look off into the distance and then totally zone out."
"Oh, I.."
"You like her, don't you?" He asked, stepping in front of Jason.
"Huh?"
"You like Lyla."
"Yes, so..?"
"You just don't understand, Jason."

Lyla was smiling, as she rounded the corner towards her room. She was astounded at what she saw.
"Stop it! No Fair Adam, you can't use my glasses like.."
"WANNA BET?"
"STOPPPP IIIIT!"
"You"ll PAY FOR THAT PUNCH!"
"You bet YOU WILL!"

Lyla stepped back. They were in a fist fight. In the end, Adam had put Jason in a headlock and then stomped on his foot. Then Lyla took out her emergency tazer. Adam fell over, not knocked out, but dazed.
"Hi, Lyla." He said, his head spinning.
"Don't you two dare fight like that again under my roof. I'd do the same to Jason but he's had enough pain. Do you need another bandage for your foot?" Lyla asked, Jason, pocketing the tazer.
"No, no.. Jason said, taking off his shoe. "It'll be.."
"Oh, dear..." Lyla said, looking at his swoolen foot.
"Wait, what happened to your foot?" Adam asked, looking at it. The smell of blood had undazed him.
"You happened to it." Jason said, looking at Adam angrily. "It was healing until you came."
"I didn't know it was injured!" Adam said, for his own defence.
"True, true. I suppose we all have blame to share. But, does it matter in the end?"
"No..." Adam said, sorrowfully.
"Now, I suggest you don't fight again unless you BOTH want a visit from Freddy the Tazer." Lyla said, Pulling it out of her pocket and flashing it a few times.
Jason and Adam shivered. "Ok." They said in unison, like two little first graders answering to their teacher.
"Good, becuase this thing has higher settings." Lyla said. "I'm going to bed, it's nearly 10. Wake me up when you two can get along."
"Ok." Adam said, then realising it was a retorical question.
"That was retorical!"
"Sorry."

Adam and Jason were standing next to each other, Jason needing his crutches again. It was healing fast, for some reason. Jason sighed.
"I'm sorry." Jason said, blushing.
"No, I'm sorry. I picked a fight, and I'm sorry for calling you a prissy boy." Adam said, extending his hand.
"And I'm sorry for saying that your too much like dad." Jason took his hand and they shook.
"Let's wake up Lyla now."

Lyla was shaken awake by two boys, shaking her violently.
"5 more minutes, mom..." She said, rolling over. "You know I've had insomnia.."
"Lyla, were not your mom." Jason and Adam said at the same time.
"Dad?"
"It's Jason and Adam."
"Leave me alone, you know not to wake me up this early."
"It's 10:30." Jason said.
"PM." Adam finished.
"Shutttt upppp, I'll do the laundry later...."
"No, we don't want you to do the laundry." Jason said, looking up at Adam as if to ask, 'What?'
"Your not gonna make me go to school?"
"No, you graduated.." Adam said, looking down at her.
"Your not gonna make me clean my room?"
"No."
"Homework?"
"No."
"Art Class?"
"No."
"Go to the airport?"
"No."
"Can you just realise were not going to make you do anything?" Adam asked deliberiatly.
"No." Lyla said, rolling over.
"Wow, Lyla, your just like Mom was."
"What?!" Lyla asked, shooting up, her head running into Jason's in a way that made Lyla's nost hurt and Jason's ear hurt.
"Ow, man, lady, you have a hard nose.." Jason said, rubbing his ear.
"Sorry, what'd I miss?" Lyla asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Were friends now." Adam announced.
"That comment earlier was retorical. Leave me alone."
"Ok, ok." Jason said, backing off.
"So, now that I'm up, what are we doing?"
"Nothing really, I'm bored."

"Well, that was fun." Lyla said, going back to bed as the 2 brothers left the room.

The next morning, the dim light shown through the windows. It seemed like a large fog had been lifted, and 3 smiles were sitting in the 3 chairs in the kitchen. Lyla looked up at Jason and Adam.
"Well, whose going to make breakfast?" She asked.
"Er, um.." Jason said, "I can't exactly cook."
"I guess I could try." Adam said, standing up. "What's in her-" He was cut off.
Once again, the fridge was filled with rainbow food. He shut it.
"It's rainbow, Adam." Jason said, strightforewardly.
"Ahh, and, why?"
"Don't ask me, YOU organised it.." Lyla said, rolling her eyes and combing her hair. Jason then realised that he had never seen Lyla with her hair down.
"I really like your hair down like that." He said, running his fingers through it.
"Thanks. I really don't wear it much, but I suppose if you like it I could wear it that way a bit more." Lyla replied, smiling at him.
"Okaaaaay? Anyone want eggs?" Adam asked, snapping the lovebirds back to the real world.
"Me." Lyla and Jason said at the same time. "Oh, I.."
"You go first." Lyla said.
"No, no, I think we were going to say the same thing.
Adam could see that his approach didn't work. He grabbed 6 eggs and decided to scramble them anyways, weather Jason and Lyla wanted eggs or not.

Later in the parlor, Jason and Lyla were apologising.
"About earlier, really, I didn't mean to interuppt."
"No, no. It was my fault."
"It was mine."
"Fine, fine..." Jason said, stepping back. "Sorry."
"Don't say sorry!" Lyla persisted, sitting on the far couch.
"But I--!"
Adam walked into the room, and stepped on a hidden panel. It creaked under his foot, and he opened it. He saw a few buttons, And a large purple one stood out.
"DON'T SAY SORRY!" Lyla shouted, slamming down a newspaper. "IT WAS MY FAULT!"
Adam pushed the button. The room was filled with nothing. Lyla seemed to be mouthing everything she meant to say. She slammed down the newspaper and pointed at Jason annoyed, and Adam thought he could see her mouthing a few cuss words. He then saw Jason looking confused, and attempting to tell Lyla he couldn't hear her. Adam then tried to speak. He could hear himslef. He screamed at Lyla and Jason, but they took no notice. It seemed they couldn't hear him. He then figured it out. Nobody could hear anyone but themselves. He pressed the button again, and everything returned to normal.
"No, just, leave me alo-"
"Ow, must you scream?" Jason asked, covering his ears. "Just a second ago I couldn't hear you."
"Funny that." Adam said walking into the room. He had to wonder why.

Once they had the "whose fault" issue worked out, they got to work. Lyla was teaching Adam about the house, seeing as he was the new housekeeper, and she was showing Jason how to be her assistant. As Jason walked by his desk, he saw, yet again, a drawing. It was different this time, but still amazing. It was of a small girl, who looked amazingly like him, but she looked about 7. He smiled, like her stare seemed to be too much Like Lyla's to imagine. It looked like her when she was about 6, he assumed. Mabye Lyla was drawing the pictures.

"JAAAASONNN!" Lyla shouted. "Hand me the screwdriver!"