That same day, we time traveled once more. We never chose to travel back in time; it would merely just "happen" to us. We were just "lucky." As we grew up, we figured that chance would never come our way again. The story was complete, and all of it had happened in about twenty-four hours of elapsed time. So, we thought we had accomplished what we had been called on to do. Now at seventeen, my sister Sally could not have possibly known this was about to change. Time travel is risky; would anything bad ever happen because of it?