So I stay here and work for a year to pay off missing the price of admissions and somehow I... go back to where and when i was without aging and no one missing me? Sounds kinda impossible.

[ It's not that Pidge doesn't believe you, Carly. She's just healthily skeptical of what sounds like literal magic. But then again... transforming robots. Pidge rubs the back of her neck. ]

What if I don't want to hang around for a year?