"So that's how I came out to the band," Poison said. "Any questions?"

Revenge and Pepper were both completely shocked. Their jaws dropped, unable to believe what they had just heard. "What do you mean the tour bus isn't soundproof?" Revenge said.

"Yeah, I always thought that it was!" Pepper added.

"I can't believe this," Revenge said. "Frank and I worked so hard to keep our relationship a secret, but it was all for nothing. I suppose I was right all along: secrets are pointless, love is an illusion, life is but a dream for the dead..."

"Will you shut up already?" Pepper said.

Youngblood turned to Poison and asked, "So what happens after that?"

"Nothing much," Poison said. "Bob left the band, we scrapped the album, and we started working on Danger Days instead. It's going to be a great album, I think, the best one that we've ever made. Frank and I have been together since last year, and I love him very much." All of a sudden, Poison pulled out his cell phone and checked the time. "By the way, Figment, Frank's coming over, so I need to be home in twenty minutes. When is your friend from the Watch going to show up?"

"Any minute now," Figment said.

"You said that three hours ago," Revenge grumbled.

"He'll be here as soon as he has my time machine," Figment said.

"When's that going to be?" Youngblood asked. He was starting to get impatient too. After all, he had to make it home eventually. Even if he wouldn't be able to remember the future, there was so much that he had to do when he got back to his own time. He had to keep going with MCR, he had to work on his vampire comic - even if Figment said he wouldn't finish it - and most importantly, he had to see Frank again. The last thing he wanted was to get stuck in the middle of the desert in 2010.

"I don't know," Figment said.

"Well, if he's not here in the next twenty minutes, I'm leaving," Poison said, his eyes still glued to his phone.

Pepper looked over Poison's shoulder and said, "Wow, that's a really fancy phone. Is that a touchscreen? I didn't know you could do that!"

Poison shrugged and said, "I don't know. It's nothing special, really."

"You should see Figment's phone," Youngblood interjected. "It's even better than Poison's."

"That's not possible," Revenge said dismissively. As Poison texted Frank, Revenge turned to Figment. "Hey, I have another question."

"Sure," Figment said. "What is it?"

"Did the Watch really ban everyone from traveling to 2007?" Revenge asked. "I mean, they didn't stop us from going there..."

"I was wondering about that too," Youngblood said.

"No, there's no restriction on going to 2007," Figment said.

"Then why did you tell us that there was?" Youngblood asked.

"I just didn't want you to go there!" Figment exclaimed. "I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but breaking up with Frank was one of the worst. Even now, twelve years later, I wish that I hadn't broken his heart like that. I thought it would be better if you didn't know about it, and I thought that maybe you wouldn't go there if I told you it was banned."

"No, that just made me want to go there more," Revenge said.

"Same," Youngblood said.

"It's reverse psychology, Figment," Pepper said.

Figment shook his head and sighed. "You guys are idiots, but maybe I shouldn't have lied to you in the first place," he said. "Is there anything else you want to know?"

All of this talk of 2007 was making Youngblood think back to the wedding. Despite his feelings for Frank, he couldn't stop thinking about the beautiful woman that he would marry one day. "What happens to Lindsey?" he asked.

"Lindsey? What's this about Lindsey?" Poison said, finally looking up from his phone. "She's awesome."

"Yeah, Lindsey and I are still really close," Figment said. "We're friends, but nothing more, and I think it's better off that way."

"That's nice," Youngblood said. He leaned against the Trans Am, and he watched Poison as he put his phone back into his pocket and drew some strange symbols in the sand. "What are those?" he asked.

"They're Killjoy symbols, obviously," Poison said as he carefully wrote "PARTY POISON WAS HERE" in giant letters in the sand.

"And what's the point of this?" Revenge asked.

"It's art," Poison said. "Art doesn't need to have a point." He traced a gigantic spider with his finger and then wrote "ALSO PARTY POISON IS THE GOD OF SASS, NOT REVENGE. REVENGE SUCKS."

"How dare you?!" Revenge said. He went over to Poison and frantically started drawing an army of vampires, coming to eat all of Poison's drawings. Youngblood came over to help him, and eventually, he lost himself in the art. He lay down on the ground and sketched vampires and knives and skeletons to his heart's content, paying no attention to what his future selves were doing. For a moment, he made his peace with being stuck in 2010, waiting on Figment's mysterious friend. He forgot about Frank, the rest of the band, all the plans he had in 2002, the past and the future. He only had his pictures in the sand, and for a few hours, that was enough.

As the Gerards doodled, the sun started to set. Before long, night had fallen over Death Valley, and Figment's mysterious friend from the Watch still hadn't shown up.

"Seriously, Figment, when's your friend going to show up?" Youngblood complained.

"I told you already," Figment said. "I don't know."

"What if he doesn't come?" Pepper said. "Then, we'll just be stuck here."

"Pepper has a point," Revenge said. "Maybe the Watch just took Figment's time machine and ran. Billie doesn't want us time traveling anyways, so there's no reason for anyone in the Watch to help us. You know, if we had just made that deal with the devil back in 2006, we wouldn't have to rely on them at all."

"Why is making a deal with the devil your solution to everything?" Poison asked.

"Because it's a good idea!" Revenge exclaimed.

"It's really not," Poison said. "Anyways, Figment, your friend from the Watch had better show up soon. I told Frank I'd be home three hours ago."

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to," Figment said.

As soon as he heard that, Poison jumped into the driver's seat of the Trans Am, and he tried to start the car one more time. It didn't work: the Trans Am sputtered for a moment, but it didn't actually go anywhere.

Poison sighed, got out of the car, and tried to push it down the highway, but no matter how hard he pushed, the Trans Am wouldn't budge. He slumped onto the ground, sweat running down his face, and said, "Never mind. I guess I'll stay."

"It's for the best," Figment said. "It would have messed up my whole plan if you left. I would have needed to find another version of myself."

"What is your plan anyways?" Poison asked. Figment didn't answer. "And you wonder why we complain about you not telling us anything," he said sarcastically. "Do we get to go to 2019 though?"

"No," Figment said.

"Fuck," Poison said. "I really wanted to see the apocalypse."

"You'll see it eventually," Figment said.

"But I want to see it now!"

"This is really a moot point until I get my time machine back," Figment said, making Poison quite disappointed. "By the way, I haven't eaten since I left 2019, and I'm starving."

"Me too," Youngblood said.

"I bet there's some food in the Trans Am," Revenge said. He got into the car and started looking around, and Youngblood and Pepper helped him. However, no matter where they looked, they couldn't find anything.

"Seriously?" Pepper complained. "I always keep food in my car."

Poison shrugged. "You guys will be okay," he said. "Figment's friend is coming soon, right?"

"I hope so," Figment said, but even he seemed a little unsure. He turned to Poison. "How long has it been since you last ate?" he asked.

"I had coffee this morning," Poison said.

"Coffee doesn't count," Figment said.

"Uhh...two days?" Poison said. "Maybe three?"

"That's not healthy," Figment said.

"It's fine," Poison said.

"No, it's not. As soon as I get my time machine back, we're all going to get something to eat. Including you, Poison."

Poison reluctantly agreed, and Youngblood briefly glanced at his future self. He was starting to understand what Figment meant when he said that all of his wildest dreams and all of his worst nightmares would come true. Between the pressures of being famous and the demons he would have to face one day, he was getting the feeling that being in My Chemical Romance was both a blessing and a curse.

The Gerards went back to waiting next to the Trans Am, hoping that the Watch would come sooner rather than later. "Isn't your friend time traveling here?" Youngblood asked.

"I think so," Figment said.

"So if he was going to come, wouldn't he be here by now?" Youngblood said.

"Probably," Figment admitted.

It was just as Youngblood thought. They were stuck here, and with every tick of the clock, their situation became even more hopeless. They were stranded in the desert, stranded in 2010, and at this rate, they were going to starve to death too. As the hours went by, and the moon rose over Death Valley, Youngblood wondered how the hell they were going to get themselves out of this one.