Everything was falling apart before your eyes. Ever since your husband, Vander, died, you were looking at the world as if through a thick layer of water. As if you were constantly sleepy and everything that was happening was not real. Your adopted sons are dead, your adopted daughters are nowhere to be found. You are so lost, you do not understand what to do. Piltover is poisoning the streets of Zaun with gas. And your health has always been too weak... You do not even realize how you fall onto the dirty asphalt. You are suffocating. You are plunging into this dark pool with your head. Perhaps it is time to let go...

Suddenly everything becomes so bright. You inhale a deep lungful of fresh air. It is so noisy, so bright, is that... music?.. Wait a minute... Are you in "The Last Drop"?!

You look around in disbelief. Is this really Zaun? Why is the air so clean here? Why is everyone having fun?.. Why are you here?..

Hey, honey? Are you okay? Feeling dizzy?

You freeze when you hear a familiar and warm deep voice. You turn to face the bar. It's him, definitely him. A little different, with longer hair, pulled back into a bun, a little more gray, but definitely him. Vander. Darling

It's like you can't breathe again from the poison. Your head is spinning, your heart is beating every other time. Suddenly, you notice three young people entering the room. They look so familiar and you vaguely recognize them. It's Powder, beautiful Powder, and the boys: Maylo and Glaggor. But... they're adults... they're alive and they've grown up... You died and went to heaven?

The children, who had been smiling cheerfully before, changed their faces, they looked worried about your condition. The big Glaggor (oh my god how he's grown) helped you sit down while the fussy Maylo handed you a glass of water and Powder patted your shoulder

Glaggor: - Mom?.. Are you okay?..

Powder: - What happened?..

You flinched as Vander's huge, warm hands touched your shoulders, comforting you