When Youngblood opened his eyes, he was practically blinded. It had been late at night when he left, but now, it was the middle of the day, and with the sun in his eyes, he couldn't see a thing.

Eventually, his eyes adjusted, and he looked around. Figment was still standing next to him, and they were in the middle of a wide open field. There were people walking by, talking about their favorite bands, and there were white tents everywhere selling food and merch. "Get your official Warped Tour T-shirts here!" one woman shouted.

"Holy shit," Youngblood said. "We're at Warped Tour." He looked around again, taking it all in. "Wait, does this mean that My Chemical Romance is playing? That's fucking insane."

"Yeah, MCR's playing later," Figment said.

"You weren't kidding about all my wildest dreams coming true," Youngblood said. He'd never imagined taking his band this far, and yet, he'd somehow pulled it off. "Are we playing Warped Tour in 2019 too?"

"I hate to break it to you, but Warped Tour ended in 2018," Figment said. "They did a 25th anniversary thing in 2019, but that was the last one."

"That sucks," Youngblood said.

All of a sudden, a teenage girl with jet black hair and heavy makeup walked up to them. "Oh my God, you're the guy from My Chemical Romance, right?" she said to Youngblood.

Youngblood looked toward Figment, but as usual, he was no help. "Uhh...no," he said. "I'm not Gerard Way. I just look a lot like him."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said.

"It's okay," Youngblood said. "I get that a lot."

The girl ran off, and Figment quietly said, "We have to get out of here before that happens again. The version of me from this era must be around here somewhere, and once we find him, we can leave. I'll just Google what stage MCR is playing - he's probably somewhere around there."

He took out his phone, and Youngblood stared at it. "What's that thing?" he asked.

"It's a cell phone."

"That's what cell phones from the future look like?"

"Yeah," Figment said as he tried to go online. "Shit. There's no connection." He put his phone back in his pocket and then ran after the girl who had tried to talk to Youngblood. "Hey! Do you know what stage MCR is playing on? I've heard good things about them, and I'd really love to go see them live."

"They're playing on the Maurice Stage in an hour," the girl said.

"Thanks!" Figment said. He ran back to Youngblood and then said, "Let's go."

As they walked away, Youngblood asked, "Shouldn't you know which stage you're on? You were here already, weren't you?"

"I've played a lot of concerts over the years," Figment said. "They all blur together after a while."

"I guess that makes sense," Youngblood said.

"By the way, there's something important I forgot to tell you about time travel," Figment said.

"What is it?" Youngblood asked.

Figment paused and then said, "Shit. I forgot what it was. Maybe it will come to me later."

"Do you even realize how useless you are?"

"I'm doing the best I can!"

"Well, it's not good enough!"

The two of them reached the Maurice stage, where there was another band performing. A lot of people were crowded around the stage, but Figment made his way through, and Youngblood reluctantly followed him. "I'm pretty sure the band's backstage right now," Figment said. "Just tell the security guards your name, and they'll let you in."

Youngblood still couldn't quite believe how big My Chemical Romance had become in two short years. "Was I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love really this successful?" he asked.

"No, it was our second album that got popular," Figment answered.

"What's it called?" Youngblood asked.

"I'll let you come up with that yourself," Figment said with a smile as he walked up to the door that led backstage. There was a security guard standing next to the door, and she scowled as she glanced at Figment and Youngblood.

"Gerard, didn't you already walk in here?" she said to Youngblood.

"Uhh...yeah. I just left to pick up my...uhh...my cousin," Youngblood said. "He wanted to meet the band."

"I see," the security guard said. "You two look a lot alike."

"Strong family resemblance," Figment and Youngblood said simultaneously.

"Okay, you can come in," the security guard said.

She opened the door, and Figment and Youngblood went inside. "I'm your cousin?" Figment said once they were out of earshot. "You really couldn't come up with anything better?"

"Sorry, but you really could have helped more instead of just leaving everything to..."

All of a sudden, Figment heard the sounds of instruments playing and voices chatting amongst themselves. "Youngblood, be quiet," he whispered. "The other members of the band might hear us."

They tiptoed down the hall, careful not to make any noise. Eventually, they made it to the room where the band members were doing a soundcheck, or more accurately, Ray and Mikey were eating snacks instead of tuning their instruments, Frank and this era's Gerard were nowhere to be found, and the drummer was the only one who was actually doing a soundcheck.

Youngblood didn't recognize the drummer, a serious-looking, blond-haired man. "Who's that?" he asked Figment.

"That's Bob," he whispered.

"What happened to Matt?" Youngblood asked.

"He left the band after we released our second album."

"Did...did anyone else leave?" Youngblood asked nervously. "I mean, I don't see Frank anywhere..."

"No, he's still in the band," Figment said. "Trust me, Frank, Ray, and Mikey are all in it for the long haul."

"That's good," Youngblood said. He couldn't imagine My Chemical Romance without Ray's guitar solos or Mikey's bass playing, but losing Frank would be the worst of all. He couldn't imagine getting on stage without him.

Youngblood looked toward Ray, who was apparently doing an interview while eating a cupcake. He'd grown out his hair, but otherwise, he looked pretty similar to the Ray that Youngblood knew. "I mean, me and Gerard are like 27, we're..." He accidentally stuck his hand in the cupcake and laughed. "We've gotten past the point...look at it, I just put my hand in a cupcake!"

Figment laughed hysterically, and Youngblood glared at him. "Didn't you just tell me to be quiet?" he said.

"Sorry," Figment whispered. "I forgot how funny that was."

Ray got up and walked over to Mikey, who was sitting in a corner. He was holding a flip phone against his ear with one hand and sticking a fork into a toaster with the other. "Hi Mom," he said. "Yeah, the tour's going fine...yeah...yeah, we're in Louisville right now...no, we haven't gotten into any trouble...yeah, Gerard's doing fine..."

"What are you doing?" Ray asked Mikey.

"I'm calling my mom," Mikey said. "Oh, that's just Ray...he's doing fine too..."

"I meant with the fork and the toaster," Ray said. "That looks like a very easy way to get electrocuted."

"Yeah, but I need to get my toast out of the toaster somehow," Mikey said. "Sorry Mom, I was talking to Ray again...could you maybe say that one more time?"

"Why are you even making toast right now?"

"I'm hungry!" Mikey whined as he desperately stabbed his fork into the toaster. "No, I can't put Gerard on the phone...we don't know where he is right now, but he'll be back in time for the show...I told you, Gerard's okay...yeah, I think so...Mom, you can't be serious...I can't lecture him about something like that...I'm his brother, not his babysitter..."

All of a sudden, Frank ran into the room, and Youngblood didn't know how it was possible, but he had somehow become even more beautiful over the last two years. For the most part, Frank looked the same as he had before, but he'd gotten a new haircut and a couple of new tattoos. As Youngblood stared at this version of Frank, so familiar and yet so different, he wondered what had become of their friendship. He hoped that it had blossomed into something more, even though he knew just how impossible that was.

"Do any of you know where Gerard is?" Frank asked the others.

"No," Bob said. "I thought you knew where he was."

"Nope, I have no idea, and we really need to find him before the show starts," Frank said. "Ray? Mikey?"

Mikey shook his head and Ray said, "You know, we all need to keep better track of our band members. Maybe I wouldn't have been left behind at that truck stop in Minnesota if you all had been..."

"Ray, focus!" Frank shouted. "This is an emergency! We need to find Gerard! We can't play without him!"

Mikey, still on the phone, said, "Mom, it's not that big of a deal...Frank's just overreacting..."

"I am not overreacting!" Frank exclaimed. "I'm just trying to be a good boyfr...I MEAN, BANDMATE! I AM TRYING TO BE A GOOD BANDMATE TO GERARD!"

"I'll help you look after I'm done making my toast," Mikey offered.

"Thanks, Mikey," Frank said as he started looking around the room. "He couldn't have gone too far, right? I saw him this morning, and he knows that we have to play in an hour. Maybe I'll post something online asking if anyone's seen him. Does anyone have a computer?"

"You can use mine, but let's look around here first before we go that far," Ray said.

"Good idea," Frank said.

While Mikey got off the phone and frantically ate his toast, Frank, Ray, and Bob all wandered around backstage, searching for Gerard. They looked everywhere that they could think of, but no matter how many rooms they rummaged through, they still couldn't find him. Meanwhile, Figment and Youngblood stayed in place, hoping that the other members of the band wouldn't find them.

"Okay, we're getting desperate now," Frank said after they'd looked around for a while. He took a deep breath and then screamed, "MIKEY WAY SUCKS!"

Both Youngblood and Figment flinched, while Mikey complained from the other room. "Why me?" he asked.

"Because you're his brother, and he'll be super offended if I insult you," Frank said.

"He's not wrong," Figment whispered to Youngblood.

"You know what, I'll mix it up a bit," Frank said. "RAY TORO SUCKS! BOB BRYAR SUCKS! FRANK IERO SUCKS! YOUR WHOLE BAND SUCKS, AND I HATE YOU! GERARD, PLEASE SHOW UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND KILL ME FOR SAYING ALL OF THIS!"

When nothing happened, Frank sighed and said, "I guess he's not here. Maybe he's wandering around outside or something."

He started walking toward the hallway where Figment and Youngblood were. Panicked, Figment sprinted away before Frank could see him, and Youngblood followed close behind.

They kept running until they were standing in front of the tour bus. "He's in there," Figment said.

"Who is?" Youngblood asked.

"The version of me from this era," Figment said.

"How are we going to get in?" Youngblood asked. Figment held up a key ring with several keys and a giant robot keychain on it, and he smiled. "Where did you get that?"

"Ray dropped it on the ground," Figment said. "Don't worry, I'll make sure he gets it back before we leave."

"Okay, maybe you're not as useless as I thought you were."

Figment unlocked the tour bus, and he and Youngblood went inside. The lights were off, and everything was quiet. "Are you sure he's in here?" Youngblood asked.

"I'm not going to sing tonight!" a voice shouted. "I'm fucking done with this!"

"I told you so," Figment said.

The two of them walked toward where the voice was coming from, and they found the Gerard from this era sitting in a corner, next to a half-empty bottle of vodka. He'd apparently kept the dyed black hair, and he was wearing a black suit and a striped tie. He looked absolutely miserable, and Youngblood, no matter how hard he thought about it, couldn't figure out why. His band was successful, he had bandmates who cared about him, and if Youngblood hadn't misheard, he was dating Frank.

He wondered how the hell he'd ended up here.