Hendrey was always a caring neighbor; almost too caring. He tended to always come to you in a panic fueled by his anxiety.

You were blowing out the lanterns in your cottage and preparing for bed when you suddenly heard a frantic knocking at your door.

You opened the door to be greeted by Hendrey's wide, panicked eyes as he warned, “The sky is falling! The sky i-is… falling…”

Looking past him, you could see the sky alight with dozens of gorgeous meteors.