"Oh, it's you again," the Gerard from 2004 said as he looked up at Figment. "What are you even doing here?"

"Same thing as before," Figment responded. "We're going to save Frank."

"Frank's fine," he insisted. "I talked to him this morning." He glanced out the window of the tour bus, and when he was sure that nobody else was around, he added, "Of course, we did a lot more than just talking, if you know what I mean..."

"I'm you, remember?" Figment said. "You don't have to tell me anything about what you two did this morning. I know everything you know."

The Gerard from 2004 didn't seem to be listening, but Youngblood couldn't stop thinking about what he'd just said. Not only would My Chemical Romance become successful, but he and Frank would end up together too. His future self really did have it all, but something didn't quite add up. The man in front of him didn't look like someone whose dreams had all come true.

"Anyways, we're saving Frank in the future - 2016, to be specific." Figment continued to explain. "Current Frank is okay."

"That's good," 2004 Gerard said as he reached for the bottle of vodka and started to open it.

"What are you doing?!" Figment shouted.

"I'll be damned if I'm going to talk to my past self and my future self while sober." He was about to take a sip when Figment snatched the bottle out of his hands and placed it in another room. "What the fuck, Figment?"

"You can't do this, Revenge," Figment said.

"What did you just call me?" he said. "Revenge? Like Three Cheers For..."

"Don't say it!" Figment shouted. "Youngblood hasn't made that album yet!"

Youngblood perked up at the mention of the mysterious second album. "Three cheers..." he mumbled. "Three cheers for what? Probably Three Cheers For Revenge or something like that..."

"You're close," Revenge said.

"Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge?" Youngblood guessed. Figment and Revenge exchanged a glance. "Did I get it?"

"Yeah, you got it," Figment said.

"Well, that's going to make naming the next album a whole lot easier," Youngblood said with a smile.

"Definitely," Revenge said. "I remember it was so hard to get everyone to agree on I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. We had, like, five different ideas for the album name going around..."

"I know, right?" Youngblood said. "It was so chaotic."

Revenge turned back to Figment. "So can I have my drink back?" he asked.

"Yeah, that was kind of mean of you to take it away from him like that," Youngblood chimed in.

"No, you're not getting your drink back, Revenge," Figment said. "I need you sober for this."

"How do you expect me to help you when I'm sober?" Revenge asked, practically on the verge of tears. "I can't do anything, Figment. I can't even get out of bed most days. I definitely can't sing. Not like I was going to do that anyways. I'm fucking done with this shit."

"So you were going to sabotage the show," Figment said.

"Not really," Revenge said. "They could play without me. Nobody's really here for MCR anyways. Nobody cares if I sing. Actually, maybe the band would be better off without me. Maybe the whole world would."

"That's not true at all, but do you want to know what Frank told me after he heard about all of this?"

"What?"

"He said that he wanted to put down his guitar and leave. He didn't want to play without you, and I think the rest of the band feels the same way. They love you, Revenge. Don't ever let yourself think otherwise."

The whole tour bus went quiet for a few minutes. Youngblood was scared more than anything. Sometimes, he felt the exact same way Revenge did. There were days when he couldn't face the world. There were days when he felt worthless, alone, confused, rejected. There were days when he drank or took pills to ease the pain. He couldn't imagine feeling like that all the time.

"Sometimes, Frank's the only thing that makes me happy," Revenge finally said. "And even he's going to die in a few years."

"We're about to fix that," Figment said.

"But what if it doesn't work?" Revenge asked.

"I...I don't know what I'll do," Figment said. "But you've got some of the best years of your life still ahead of you, and you've got so many great memories left to make. You can't be afraid to keep on living."

Everyone went quiet for a second time, and again, it was Revenge who broke the silence. "I mean, I guess I'll sing tonight, if that's what you want, but that's a problem for later, right?" he said. "We're going to save Frank first."

"Right," Figment said. "There are a few things I need to do before we leave though."

"Like what?" Revenge asked.

"Well, I need to make sure that Ray gets this back," Figment said, holding up Ray's keys. "Also, I...I'd really like to talk to Frank."

"Why?" Revenge asked.

"Because I haven't talked to him in a while, and...there's a lot I want to say."

"Won't he recognize you?"

"Hopefully not." As he got off of the tour bus, Figment said, "Just wait here, okay? I'll be back soon."

"Okay," Revenge said, but as soon as Figment was gone, he rolled down all of the windows and watched Frank as he wandered around and shouted his name.

"What are you doing?" Youngblood asked as he joined Revenge at the window.

"You ever notice how Figment never tells us anything about what's going on?" Revenge said.

"Yeah," Youngblood said.

"He has to be hiding something, right? Maybe if we watch him talk to Frank, we'll figure it out."

Youngblood nodded. He had no clue what Figment could possibly be keeping from them, but he was sure they'd find out soon enough.

"So you're really me from two years ago, huh?" Revenge said. "That's crazy."

"Actually, this whole day's been pretty crazy so far," Youngblood said.

"Yeah, I kind of remember that," Revenge said. "You were just at the album release party, right?"

"Yeah," Youngblood said.

"I mean, that was a pretty awful party..."

"No kidding."

"But making out with Frank almost made up for it," Revenge said. "Then again, that's true of a lot of parties." Youngblood paused to consider the implications of that, but before he could say anything, Revenge said, "When you get back to 2002, make sure you say hi to Grandma for me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Youngblood asked. "Does something happen to her?" Revenge didn't respond, which just scared him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing his grandmother. Desperate to change the subject, he asked, "What else have you been up to today?"

"Well...we played in Kansas last night, and let me tell you, Kansas is the worst. Frank says that there's nowhere in the world that's better than Jersey, and he's totally wrong, but Kansas is definitely worse than Jersey. Like, how is that even possible? Jersey sucks. Then, we got to Kentucky this morning, and..."

All of a sudden, Figment walked up to Frank. Youngblood and Revenge both went quiet and watched the two of them.

"Hey," Figment said a little nervously.

"Uhh...hey," Frank said. "Do I know you? You look kind of familiar."

"I'm Gerard's cousin," he said.

"Oh," Frank said. "You look a lot like him."

"Strong family resemblance."

"Oh okay. Nice to meet you. I'm Gerard's boyfr...I mean bandmate! Why do I keep screwing that up? Anyways, my name's Frank, and I play rhythm guitar."

"Yeah, I know," Figment said. "Gerard talks a lot about you."

"He does?" Frank said, blushing.

"Yeah. All the time."

"That's nice of him."

"Anyways, I really wanted to say thank you," Figment said. "You've been so good to me...I mean Gerard...even when he doesn't deserve it. You really seem to love and care about him, and I...I mean he...he really, really appreciates it. It's wonderful that he has someone like you in his life, and I know things are tough right now, but eventually, he'll get clean, and he'll realize just how lucky he is. You stuck with me...him... no matter what, and I can't thank you enough for that."

"Uhh...you're welcome, I guess," Frank said, more confused than anything.

"Also, do you happen to know whose keys these are?" Figment said, holding up Ray's keys. "I found them on the ground."

"Judging by the giant robot keychain, I think they're Ray's," Frank said.

"Would you mind giving them back to him?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Thanks," Figment said as he handed the keys to Frank.

"So do you happen to know where Gerard is?" Frank asked. "I can't find him anywhere, and we're playing soon."

"No, I haven't seen him," Figment said.

"Oh okay," Frank said. "I should go then. Let me know if you see him!"

Frank ran off, screaming Gerard's name at the top of his lungs. Meanwhile, Figment walked back to the tour bus.

"That didn't help," Revenge said as he rolled up the windows. "We still don't know what Figment's hiding."

"Maybe he's not hiding anything," Youngblood suggested.

"Yeah, right," Revenge said. "He wouldn't be so damn secretive if he didn't have something to hide."

All of a sudden, Figment climbed back onboard the bus. "Frank's going to find us soon," he said. "We should leave before he gets here."

"Finally," Revenge said. "I don't know about you, Youngblood, but I want to find out what the future holds."

Figment started typing something on his watch, and Youngblood leaned over to see what he was doing. However, he couldn't get a good view. He would just have to trust his future self.

"Come on, Figment," Revenge complained. "Let's get the hell out of here already."

"I'm typing as fast as I can!" Figment exclaimed.

All of a sudden, Figment finished pushing the buttons on his watch. He lifted his hand away, and just as Frank was about to unlock the tour bus, the three Gerards all vanished into thin air.