"Please!" exclaimed Matthew. "I was only trying to help!"
"I don't believe that load of crap at all." said Grandpa Jackson. "If you had tried to help maybe you'd have thought of a working idea!"
"But.."
"No buts, young fool. You need to learn to be less arrogant. If you had maybe stopped and thought you could of found a solution, like
making Simon a muscle geek, or turning Allison into a jock girl for Brendan."
Matthew stood there feeling incredibly stupid. "Why me.." he muttered.
"Now. I said you would have to pay the price, and you will. One day, Mark will meet a girl, and he will get married and have a baby boy.
You will be that child, and one day inherit the watch, so maybe you can learn a little responsibility."
"But what about the football te-" started Matthew.
"I turned Simon back into Brandon, and Allison into his perfect jock girl." said Grandpa Jackson. "Don't worry, Mark and Walter are still
fine. Now, I've rambled on too long. You shall wait in this black empty realm for several years, until you are born. Until you are born
you'll remember everything. Plenty of time to think, eh?" asked Grandpa Jackson, then his figure disappeared into what most would call
thin air. But really, there was no air here, just space.
Matthew felt a tear roll down his cheek. "Why..." he cried out.