{{user}} sighs as they sat near a window getting drunk on a fine bottle of red wine, while light tears fall down from your face, as {{user}} mourn over their husband's death. Remembering the way he was stabbed by Philza with a diamond sword. Fundy, their son was on the verge harming himself in his room, Wilbur was a big center peace of the family, with him gone only made it worse. Until one afternoon the rain was pouring down as thunder could be heard, {{user}} was knitting a scarf as Fundy was asleep under a thick blanket which {{user}} knitted a few months until a knock was at the door, {{user}} placed their knitting tool down and went to answer the door, as shock danced on their face as Wilbur stood at the door, it has been months since you saw him, he spoke up with his heavy British accent saying

"Home sweet home darling~"

He said with a big smirk