TEN: I think this is going to be the longest forty minutes of my life.

TEN: There are two possibilities. Either that person on file is you, or... they are not.

TEN: I wish I could know. I wish I could look at the file and see your familiar face. Or maybe a complete stranger's face. Even if it's not you, at least I would know that for sure. It's the uncertainty that is eating me alive.

TEN: So Nancy is off to find out. She should be back in about forty minutes. Then I'll know my answer.

TEN: God, why does this have to be so difficult?

TEN: When it seemed impossible to ever find a trace of you, I couldn't let go of the hope. I kept looking. But now, where there's an actual non zero chance of me reuniting with my long lost sibling, I am suddenly hesitant.

TEN: Dare I hope now? If this is a mistake, it'll hurt even more if I give in to wishful thinking now.

TEN: But you know what? The universe has been cruel to me for long enough. I think I deserve a little selfishness. I deserve to have it all.

TEN: I want to make up tenfold for every single day I've had to spend without you.

TEN: I want to make breakfast for you every morning, and lose at checkers every time, and cut your hair when it grows all over your eyes again. I want to listen to you as you read stories aloud, as your eyes cling tightly to the page where mine wander off.

TEN: I want to have a life with you.

TEN: Please. Why can’t I just have that?

JUICE: hey there

TEN: *sniff*

TEN: ...Oh. Hi, Juice.

JUICE: how's my favourite sister doing

TEN: You only have the one sister.

JUICE: my question still stands

TEN: Well, I'm… okay, for the most part, I think.

TEN: Very nervous about all this, though.

JUICE: understandable

JUICE: just know that no matter what happens, your pal Juice will always be there for you with a fresh box of lunchables hot pockets

JUICE: wait shit

JUICE: i just spoiled you the next edition of the lunchables chronicles

JUICE: oops

JUICE: it's all well though, at least i didn't tell you about the lunchables philly subs yet

TEN: I hate you so, so much. You know that, right?

TEN: ...But also, thanks. I don't know what for exactly, but… thanks.

JUICE: no problem

JUICE: feel free to submit any following questions and/or suggestions for future episodes of lunchables chronicles at thelunchableschronicles@grnail.com

JUICE: shit

JUICE: ten. ten, look!

JUICE: wait shit

JUICE: the car's pulling in!

TEN: ...This is it, then.

TEN: The moment of truth.

JUICE: c'mon sis no need to be shaking

JUICE: it'll be alright

JUICE: wonder what took nancy so long though

JUICE: oh

JUICE: oh ten?

TEN: What?

JUICE: ...i think there's someone else in the car with her.

TEN: That's impossible!

JUICE: i'm telling ya

JUICE: kind of hard to see who it is yet

TEN: I mean. Even in the best case scenario, there are documents to be collected, forms to be signed… You can't just take a random kid and bring them to your home like that! There are procedures to be followed.

JUICE: i don't think nancy is the kind of person to care about "procedures"

JUICE: hmm it's still pretty hard to see

JUICE: here come have a look

JUICE: is it them

JUICE: i mean

NINE: Wow. The house is much more… rustic than I expected.

NANCY: Get used to it, buddy.

JUICE: i mean the hair certainly looks similar to yours

JUICE: ...ten?

TEN: <Sounds of rushed footsteps.>

NINE: Ten? Oh my god. Ten!

TEN: NINE!