Wedding

Hannah and I really don't like to leave The Station too often. It just has everything we need - wide open space, hot tea, and a constant flow of interesting folk coming and going. What else is there? I wish we could say we don't leave because the place would fall apart without us, but the truth is, we just don't want to miss the experience when things go wrong. So, we typically stay nearby. But every once in a very blue moon, you know someone across the way who's getting married and you're invited. And if it's one of your favorite people in the world, such as was the case for us, you accept this invitation and go.
It was our dearest cousin Samantha and her union to a Mr. Spencer Adams. So, without a moments hesitation, we walked out our front door and headed toward wedding bells, leaving The Station unlocked and a Swedish pianist named Skügen in charge.
The ceremony was a glorious occasion, with song and tears galore. The groomsmen wore cardigans, as did I, and Hannah tried her best to sneak me into the processional as one of the party. I would have done so gladly with her on my arm, but the bridesmaids wore peach while Hannah donned a more traditional royal blue. Thusly, we resigned to comply as simple audience members, giving our blessing from the pews. Our attempts did not go unnoticed, however, and we were invited to dine at the King's Table during the reception. We traded veggies when no one was looking, and insisted the water was cherry flavored until everyone had to either play along or be accused of judging an Asian and a cripple. Then came the dancing! For once, Hannah danced to Taylor Swift (her arch rival for my affections), and we even provided a song ourselves - the tax of the bride and groom to see them kiss. It's true, we sang an acapella rendition of Moulin Rouge's "Elephant Love Medley" and scarred many of the elderly for the rest of their lives.
What a wonderful evening of celebrating one of our favorite people (and now we add Spencer to that short list)! Little did we know, the reception hall was magical - we should've guessed, being Sam's wedding and all. It is impossible to explain, as all magic is and especially when it has to do with time, but when we finally returned to The Station, we realized all the world was just slightly different. An hour different, to be exact, and our three hour gap - the bane of our existence - was now only two hours wide.
"Well," sighed Hannah as we sat down for tea, "this is nice."
"Yes," I agreed. "And to think, just two more weddings to go and that pesky gap will be history."
"Or nothing at all," suggested Hannah with a smirk.
I wanted to say how nice that would be but she'd already said something was nice, so I had to find a different response.
"Only time will tell."