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In approximately 0.52 seconds Huey duck will gather the information on those out on the town. This will include a relationship that will fail, a chess player and someone who will beat him up.

In about 2 hours and 15 minutes he will go to bed. His head will be back to normal size.

In 0.008 seconds Huey will interoperate this as everything going back to normal.

Next Christmas Santa will come to McDuck Manor.

In about 1 month 11 days and 4 hours, Dewey will fly a plane.

In exactly 3 days Huey will watch Donald fall into the pool.

In an indiscernible amount of time Huey will stand alone in a white box.

In around 5 minutes Flintheart Glomgold will be uncomfortably hot.

Gandra Dee will be taken away by F.O.W.L.

In 4 seconds Huey will actively look into his own future, what he will see will terrify him.

In 15 seconds he will form the theory that he is gaining this information regarding his future out of order.

2 seconds after that, he will convince himself its because he was not focusing his new godly power.

In 1 day, 14 hours and 31 minutes, give or take, Huey will have a discussion with Launchpad.

At this very moment, Huey is gaining all this information at once. He is in pain. He is already scared. He is confused. Huey is overwhelmed. He does not know what to do. He truly believes that he can and will never know this much again. His head is pounding, flooded with information.

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Sleep is not coming for Hubert Duck. He is on a camping trip with the Junior Woodchucks. Launchpad is waking up to the sound of a distressed camper. Huey is in tears, the events of the day Crownus attacked are fresh on his mind. He is opening his mouth to speak. "Launchpad, you've been sent to the future before, right? During the Timephoon?" Launchpad is confused.

"Buh?" His head is tiled to one side. Huey is sighing, this is mainly in an attempt to stop himself from bursting into tears.

"It's just that... I saw the future and I don't know what to do. I'm so scared and -" Huey is cutting himself off. "H-how do you deal with knowing what's going to happen?"

Launchpad is moving his head back up so that it is straight. He begins to kneel down. "I got lucky. The future I saw was soon. I was still really, very scared though." Huey is crying, Launchpad is continuing. "I didn't sleep at all that first night, I re-watched Darkwing Duck to calm myself down. But it got good." He is beaming at the small duckling in front of him.

Huey is crying harder. "It's more than that." He is taking in a deep breath. "Launchpad what do you do if you don't like what you see?" Launchpad is putting his hand on Huey's shoulder and shuffling so he is in a sitting position.

"Well, I did things differently. Bad stuff happened and it was different from what I saw. The world didn't end." Launchpad is holding a bawling Huey.

Huey continued to cry and process for a long time. It was 11pm when he finally returned to his tent. He did not get much sleep that night.

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Huey was here, we has still here. He followed what Launchpad said, he made changes to his routine. Whenever his Deja vu became too strong he made as big of deviations to his routine as he could allow himself. He made bigger changes when he could. Yet he still wound up here alone in a white box. He wasn't dead like he thought he would be. He was captured by FOWL, not that that was any better.

To give Launchpad credit something was different. Huey wasn't just standing there. He was sobbing, whimpering. He felt so pathetic, he was supposed to be the mature one, yet he was crying like a baby. Everything he witnessed, had become aware of the day Zeus fell at his doorstep, flashed in his mind. He saw his own future, everyone else's, he wanted to scream. The sound caught in his throat when he tried.

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Everyone stood together on a field. Hugging and congratulating each other once again. Not only for defeating FOWL, but surviving another crash. "You know Launchpad, you're right about things a surprising amount of the time." The snippet of conversation reminded Huey of the night he spoke to Launchpad about the future, about having seen it.

Nausea swirled in his gut as Huey thought about every future he saw. Fear of what he had seen mixed with the fear of uncertainty. A mortifying, devilish, truly awful cocktail. It was Louie who noticed how pale he had gone first. It was Dewey who took him by the hand and led him away from the group so the could sit down and be away from the din. It was both of them who hummed a lullaby and sat with their eldest brother. Neither of them asked why he was upset, why he seemed so scared. Both of them made sure he was ok.

Huey will get a good nights sleep for the first time in a while. He will tell his brothers everything. Webby will talk with him about how she fears the powers she had. Huey will know he won't face the unknown future alone.