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An Hour

He had an hour to get home. If he didn't make it, the world as he knows it will end. Mack was out of breath but his brain told his legs to keep moving, so they did, one after the other. Looking back, he knew he shouldn't have listened to Jim and gone to the working alien spaceship to retrieve the heirloom. Jim was always a jerk! He wanted Mack to, in his words, "get lost!"

"He should be the one to get lost," Mack thought to himself as he squeezed through the wire fence. Mack continued to run as fast as his legs would carry him. He had to see Emily. After the sun sets, he knows she will be gone. Everyone will be gone.

***

The sun is really low...but, he sees it! The tip of his house. Without hesitation, Mack sprints at full speed. A grin spreads across his face when he gets closer and spots red hair flowing behind the picket fence. Emily, Mack's Emily!

When Mack reaches the sidewalk he calls out to Emily. She turns around revealing a worried face. "Oh my gosh, Mack!" She opens the fence door and steps out to greet him.

Mack's legs couldn't hold him up anymore so he gently rested himself on the soft grass. Emily kneeled next to him and held him in her arms. "Silly, Mack," tears fell from her eyes, "I told you not to get onto the bus just to get that stupid ball! I already told Jim he owes me three bucks or another ball." She smiled now, as she looked down into his face, "I love you, Mack. Don't you ever do that again."

Mack wagged his tail and licked Emily's face in response. He may have lost their heirloom, but he did find his Emily.