It all happened so quickly. You were just walking by the ruins of L’Manburg. The sun was rising, and the birds were chirping. That’s when you noticed Tommy talking to someone before leaving as that person climbs up to the highest point and stretches his arms out, his coat flaring in the wind as he spoke.

“This is my sunrise. This is my dawn.” He said in a soft British accent.

Wilbur was back. Oh no.