When Youngblood opened his eyes, he found himself inside the tour bus at Warped Tour again, with Figment and Revenge by his side. Revenge stood there for a while, already looking a little disoriented, while Figment glanced out the window. "Youngblood, follow me," Figment whispered as the tour bus door started to open. He ran to the back of the bus, and Youngblood and Figment hid behind an amp as Frank climbed on board.

Youngblood had said a lot of goodbyes since leaving 2016. He'd watched Alien, Poison, and Pepper lose their memories. He'd seen them suddenly forget what they'd been through, what they'd seen in the future, the people that they'd become one day. He'd seen the confusion on their faces. He'd watched them struggle to remember. Alien and Poison desperately wanted to know whether or not the plan had worked, while Pepper simply assumed that the ghosts in the Paramour were messing with his head again. Youngblood wanted to help them somehow, but Figment told him that he couldn't, that they needed time to sort this out on their own. Youngblood could only imagine how much it hurt to lose those memories, those visions of the future.

Now, it was Revenge's turn.

There was a long period of silence as Revenge tried to figure it all out. "What just happened?" he finally asked. There was another pause, and then Revenge said, "Figment? Youngblood? Why didn't we go anywhere?" When neither of them answered, he reached for his bottle of vodka and said, "Did you guys leave without me?"

"Gerard!" Frank shouted as he looked around the bus. "Are you in here?" All of a sudden, he spotted Revenge, ran over to him, and gave him a hug. "GERARD!" he screamed. "There you are! I've been looking for you!"

"Hi Frank," Revenge said with a smile.

"Who were you talking to?" Frank asked.

"Nobody," Revenge answered.

"Okay," Frank said. "We have to be onstage soon. Ray, Mikey, and Bob are already backstage..."

"I can't go onstage right now," Revenge said.

"Why not?"

"I just...I can't. Not right now."

"It's because you're sober, isn't it?" Frank said. Revenge stayed quiet for a long time and then nodded. "Listen Gee, I know you don't think you can perform without your drinks and your pills, but you can. I've seen you do it before. Can you please just stay sober and sing for us? It's just for tonight."

"Just for tonight?" Revenge said. Frank nodded, and Revenge sighed. "I guess so," he said. "I really don't want to though."

"I know, but you can do it," Frank said. "You'll be okay."

Revenge took a deep breath and said, "You promise?"

"I promise," Frank said. He took Revenge's hand, quickly kissed him, and then said, "Come on. Let's go find the others."

Frank ran off, and Revenge followed him, desperately trying to keep up with his boyfriend's boundless energy. Once both of them were off of the bus, Figment and Youngblood stepped out from behind the amp. Figment immediately started typing something into his watch, but Youngblood stopped him. He didn't want to leave quite yet, not before he got some answers.

"You lied to me, didn't you?" Youngblood said.

"Lied to you?" Figment said. He seemed confused, but Youngblood could tell that he was just acting.

"Yeah, you lied about Frank," Youngblood said. "You said that he died in a bus crash in 2016, but he didn't. We saved him, didn't we? So unless there was another bus crash later in the year or some other crazy shit like that, you didn't lose him. He's alive in 2019. So why did you tell me he died?"

All of a sudden, Figment smiled. "Very good, Youngblood," he said. "You figured it out."

"Okay, but you didn't answer my question," Youngblood said.

"I knew that you wouldn't help me unless there was a good reason for it," Figment said. "So I told you that Frank died to convince you to come with me."

"But why did you need me at all?" Youngblood asked. As far as he was concerned, all he had done was cause the bus crash in the first place. He'd nearly killed Frank, and as it was, he'd hurt nearly everyone involved in Frank Iero and the Patience. Figment would have been better off without him.

"Frank wouldn't have survived that bus crash if it wasn't for us," Figment said.

"Frank wouldn't have been in that bus crash if it wasn't for us," Youngblood argued.

"Fair point."

Youngblood paused to think and then said, "I was sure you were going to sacrifice yourself to save Frank. I was trying to stop you."

"I know, but that was never part of the plan," Figment said. "Frank was just jumping to conclusions. I remembered how this was going to go. I remembered that time was going to stop from when I was Crash. I knew all along that the plan would work."

"Then why didn't you tell us that?"

"Because then you would know that Frank was alive."

"I still don't get it."

Figment sighed and said, "We could ask 'what if?' questions all day, but there's no point. Time is inevitable. Any repercussions of travel to the past are already being felt in the present. 2019 is the way that it is because I went back in time, and to be honest, I like 2019 an awful lot. I wouldn't change a thing about my life back home."

"What's 2019 really like?" Youngblood asked.

Figment smiled and said, "Just wait and see."

Youngblood frowned. He didn't want to wait that long just to find a little bit of happiness. He'd seen what would happen to him. He'd seen his dreams come true, but he'd also seen his worst nightmares brought to life before his eyes. He'd seen too much, but more than that, he was afraid. He wasn't afraid of death, not after he'd watched that accident, but he was afraid of going home and facing Ray, Mikey, and Frank, afraid of not having a time machine to get him out whenever life got tough, afraid of living again.

He didn't know where he was supposed to go from here.

Youngblood stared out the window, where there were fans gathering around the Maurice Stage. The last band had just finished, and now, My Chemical Romance was about to take the stage. He still didn't know how he felt about his band's success. He'd started MCR for himself, so that he could get out of the basement, make music, make a difference in the world. He'd never thought that anyone would ever call MCR their favorite band, much less someone as talented, passionate, and beautiful as Frank Iero. He wondered what Frank was up to right now, what he was thinking about, how he felt about Revenge.

"Hey Youngblood?" Figment said.

Youngblood tore his eyes away from the window and looked at his future self. "What is it?" he asked.

All of a sudden, Figment gave him a hug. "I know the next few years are going to be tough for you," he said. "There will be good times, there will be bad times, there will be times when you'll wish you weren't alive at all, but you'll make it through, and you'll grow into a better musician, a better artist, a better writer, a better person. You just have to trust your friends and your family. Frank, Ray, and Mikey will always be there for you, no matter what, and if you count on them, everything will be alright. The world's after you, but you can win. We can win. You just have to stay strong for us."

"I will," Youngblood said.

Figment smiled and held onto his past self for a little longer, but all of a sudden, a guitar riff boomed through the tour bus. As Figment let go, Youngblood looked toward the window. My Chemical Romance had taken the stage, and the crowd was going wild. Frank was playing guitar and jumping around on stage, and just as Revenge stepped up to the microphone, he came close to him and whispered something in his ear.

"Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say..." Revenge sang, and Youngblood pressed his nose up against the glass, eager to hear more.

"We should go," Figment said. "We can't stay here forever. You need to go back to 2002, and I need to go back to 2019." There was a faraway look in his eyes as he added, "I can't wait to see Frank again. I haven't been away that long, but I miss him already."

"Me too," Youngblood said. It had been interesting meeting Frank in the future, but he wanted to see his Frank again, the one from 2002, even if it meant losing all of his memories of the future.

As Figment typed "New Jersey 2002" into his watch, Youngblood turned to him and said, "I'll see you in two years, right?"

"Yeah," Figment said. "See you in two years."

He finished typing, and Youngblood adjusted his leather jacket and took a deep breath. This was it. In a few moments, he'd be back at the album release party in 2002, and he wouldn't remember a thing about the future.

Figment and Youngblood disappeared, leaving the tour bus empty once again. 

A/N: Thanks so much for reading Calibrations! There are only two chapters left in the book, but I'm thinking of writing some bonus material (alternate endings, oneshots set in this universe, etc.) after I'm done. I might even take some requests from readers! Also, I'm going to write a Star Wars/My Chemical Romance/Fall Out Boy crossover, and I'm super excited about it. If you're interested, please follow me if you haven't already (I promise I won't use that announcement feature unless it's important), and thank you again for supporting my fanfiction!