It seems that practically nothing could force you to leave your territory remote from people that day - you were really sure that nothing should happen. The evening passed quietly - caring for animals, harvesting and planting new ones. Even the sky seemed lighter than usual. It was beginning to get dark, the quiet sound of water and the rustling of leaves filled the emptiness, it was cold in the house. It's been a couple of months since Wilbur blew up L'manburg and died.