A/N: I'm back! Hope you enjoy!

"What are you saying?" Finn asked, once the initial tension from Willa's statement had dissolved.

"I'm saying that we have to undo whatever we did," Willa said. "And soon."

"And if we don't?"

Willa huffed.

"If we don't, reality as we know it ceases to exist."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning what I said, Finn! Everything, including us, gone: poof, goodbye!"

She fell back on the couch and threw her head into her hands.

"I don't see why we wouldn't undo it anyway!" Maybeck said. "We're supposed to just stay here? Where our lives are absolute hell?!"

"Were absolute hell," Finn interjected. This turned all of the attention in the room to him, and earned him quite a few raised eyebrows.

"You are not suggesting what I think you're suggesting Whitman," Maybeck said.

"What made our lives so awful here was that we didn't have each other in them," Finn insisted. "But we do now, and we have our memories of our real pasts to counteract whatever happened to the people we thought we were, so maybe…"

"Finn you're not listening to me," Willa yelled. "We don't have a choice! If we don't leave it's game over…for real!"

"No, you said you're pretty sure that's what it is. Maybe we still have a shot if we stay."

Finn looked at Willa with pleading eyes, but she returned the gaze with only a confused and angry stare that bordered on horrified. Around him, the reactions from his friends were all the same, save for Amanda who was clutching his arm and looking at her lap, and Casey who still hadn't passed the point of stunned silence. He sighed before going on to explain himself.

"We worked so hard to get to this point," he said. "To eliminate the Overtakers and everything they've ever done to us. Dill is alive here, Wayne too. How can you say we should leave a world where that's true if there's a chance we could stay in it?"

"You're not understanding the consequences that some of us have here though, Whitman," Maybeck yelled. "Maybe you weren't as close to your parents here as you were back home or whatever, but for me there's no fixing what's wrong; I doubt my Aunt makes it a month in this place, if she even makes it a week. So you can stay here if you want but I'm going back!"

He exhaled sharply like he might cry, and Charlene tightened her grip on his hand before pressing her chin to his shoulder, close to tearing up herself. He leaned in closer to her and closed his eyes, visibly in agony. Watching the exchange, Finn felt two inches tall. He cursed himself for being so impulsively selfish, but still couldn't shake his desire to stay.

None of his friends understood what it was like for him to lose Dillard, not even close. His best friend never saw fifteen and it was entirely his fault. Now he had the once in a lifetime opportunity to fix it, and he had to bring himself to give it up. His gut twisted in physical pain as he battled with the knowledge of what he knew he had to do, and the overwhelming thought that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I have to say it again, because you guys still don't seem to get it," Willa interjected, breaking the brief awkward silence that had befallen the room. "There's no choice for us to make here; we have to find a way to reverse what we did with Hollingsworth or we're gone–and I don't mean dead; I mean never even existed. We go back or we face an apocalypse. There's no way we can bet on the slight chance that it's not what I think it is, not when the stakes are this high."

"And who made you the supreme authority on everything?"

All heads turned towards Amanda, who looked up from her lap for the first time in minutes to reveal a face full of tears.

"Excuse me?" Willa asked.

"All of you talking about this are forgetting one really important detail: when we left 1955, Finn was dead. What happens to him if we go back and undo this? For all we know, this alternate timeline, or whatever it is, is the only reason he's alive right now."

That quieted everyone. The air in the room felt measurably heavier, and suddenly you could hear a pin drop. It was their greatest fear, their worst-case-scenario consequence laid out in front of them. For as long as they'd known each other, the idea of losing one of the team had been unthinkable, and when they had lost Finn–merely hours ago in their minds– it had proven itself worthy of being so. Not a single Keeper could fathom going through it all over again.

"Wait," Finn stuttered. He sensed his friends' fear and felt a strange sense of responsibility to ease it, not to mention his own terror, which he was working hard to keep in check. One thing he'd learned as a Kingdom Keeper: you could never let fear, not even fear of death, stand in your way of doing what was right.

"When I….died…it was only because I let myself get crushed stopping Hollingsworth. If we stop ourselves from ever doing that…wouldn't I survive?"

He looked at Willa, hoping for an encouraging nod, but she gave him only a look of scared uncertainty. She turned to Philby, whose confidence didn't seem to differ.

"I don't know," he said. "I'm not even sure how we're gonna do this. Conceivably we could go back in time and stop you from killing Hollingsworth–and yourself…" He struggled to let out the last part of the sentence. "Or we could go back and stop ourselves from ever even going to 1955, but there's a ton of complications: if time travel is possible here we have to figure out how to go about it, and there's also the rules about not interacting with yourself when you time travel and…"

He stopped talking and rubbed at his temple. Finn swallowed hard. If even Philby was at a loss of what to do, then this was certainly one of the hardest things they'd ever faced as a team. The fear of catastrophe was quickly becoming real, and the guilt of knowing that it had been at his insistence that they'd ended up here returned, making him feel dizzy, and turning his face pale.

"Maybe we should get to the Carousel of Progress and see if we can get back the way we did last time," Charlene offered. "At the very least, it's a starting point."

"Well, we need a plan of attack first, a way to handle all the obstacles I mentioned," Philby said. "If we're doing this, we have to be in and out as quickly as possible."

"Maybe we can hide away somewhere in the past and figure it out then," Jess suggested. "It's not ideal, but at least it gets us out of whatever's going on outside right now."

Maybeck cringed.

"You'll have to forgive me if I'm not too keen on going back to the 50s," he said.

Charlene looked at his face and thought about all the awful things she'd witnessed in the few days they'd been there the last time, remembering his warnings not to be affectionate with him as well, and squeezed his hand a little bit tighter.

"Is there any other way we can fix this?" she asked the group. Everyone was silent, unable to think of an answer. Forget Plan B, they didn't even have a Plan A, and it was beginning to become defeating.

"I might have another option."

All their heads turned to Wayne, speaking up for the first time from his chair by the kitchen.

"Finn," he said. "When you used the Quill earlier to restore everyone's memories, what did you think about as you were doing it?"

"I…." Finn stuttered.

"Think hard," Wayne instructed. "What was it that was driving you?"

Finn took a few moments, but eventually answered, however uncertainly.

"I thought about…us," he said, hoping it was the answer Wayne was looking for. "I thought about what I was trying to get back to."

The old man's smile told Finn he'd said the right thing, but the moment with his mentor didn't last long before he continued.

"Amanda," he said. "What about you? When you got on that carousel with Finn, before any of this started, and you pushed it, what were you thinking about?"

Amanda startled, and took a moment before answering

"Well….I thought about Finn," she said. "How I loved him and didn't want to lose him." She blushed and quickly looked at her hands.

Finn kept close to her and tried to stop a giant smirk forming on his face. He looked across the table to see that Willa already had that covered, and he stuck out his tongue at her before they both laughed silently.

"Exactly," Wayne said. The Keepers looked back at him confused, and so he continued on.

"There's a reason these parks have a reputation for being magical," he explained. "There's a reason they still remain that way no matter how much time changes, a reason the Overtakers were never able to defeat you despite their best efforts,"

"Because we were the best at fighting them," Maybeck said proudly. Wayne smiled at him.

"Yes, it was because of you, but you also had a pretty great advantage on your side already,

"Walt devised Disneyland, and eventually Disney World, based upon a dream that he had for his family, and his love for them. He wanted a place where he could experience the joys and thrills of the parks with his daughters–not to just watch them–and he wanted a place where other families could do so as well."

"Right," Philby said. "But we all already know that. What does it have to do with fixing the paradox?"

"Patience my boy," Wayne chided. "I'm getting there.

"This place, along with all of the Disney parks, was created on a dream of love and a belief in family and imagination, and it is those very things that keep it alive and running today. Nobody put the magic in the parks here and yet, as you all know, it exists. When parents and children see the castle for the first time together every day, when a father takes his daughter on her first rollercoaster, when siblings stop bickering and enjoy the park together, when couples are engaged in front of the castle….families are passing through here and making memories every day, just as Walt wanted it. That is what keeps the magic in the parks alive and real. As long as people come here who believe in imagination–as long as there is love here–magic will happen here."

"Wayne," Willa said. "That's great and beautiful, but I'm still not following."

Wayne sighed.

"I have taught you all many times over the course of the years that we've known each-other that believing is seeing, that when you believe something you will make it so. All those times you believed that you could beat the Overtakers, when you believed in the magic of Disney and its importance, you ensured that you would win, that darkness could never take over; you had magic backing you up,

"You're all talking about the need to time travel and undo what you changed, but maybe all you need is a little magic to shift things in your favor."

"What are you saying?" Jess asked. Everyone leaned forward, eyes wide as they stared at Wayne.

"I'm saying, Jessica, that together, you have the power to do anything you want. When we first met in this world, I told you, Finn and Amanda that the seven of you were chosen for a reason, and it wasn't just for your individual skills. Your love for each other, and your collective, ultimate belief in all that is good gives you a magic stronger than any of us have, a magic akin to Walt's own."

The Keepers, shell-shocked and silent now, looked around at each other. Was Wayne right? Did they really have magic? Eyes met around the room, and everyone understood one thing, though no one said it out loud: they all meant the world to each other, more than any of them could ever have imagined they would when they met. It was more than being a team, had been for years; they were a family.

"So we can…change what we did without going back?" Willa asked.

"If you want to, if you all want to, then yes; I believe so."

Willa sat back on the couch and stared blankly into space, swallowing hard.

"There's still one thing you guys don't seem to grasp," Amanda said. "No matter how we go back, if we do it, we might lose Finn. If our friendship is so strong that we can make magic how are we supposed to do something that might cause that?!"

"No, Amanda, that's precisely the point," Wayne said. "Doing this by your own accord means you can make it whatever you want it to be."

"What?" Willa remarked. "You mean like…save everyone but still keep what happened the same?

"If I'm correct," Wayne continued. "You'll have to get on the carousel just like you did before, only this time what happens will rely entirely on your concentration. If you believe in the version of the world that you want to exist, all together…I reckon anything is possible."

"The version of the world that we want to exist?" Charlene repeated. "What does that even mean?"

"That my dear," Wayne said. "Has to be entirely up to you."

A/N: What do you think will happen? Let me know in the comments. Thanks for your love and support as always!