It’s been a couple weeks since Wilbur has been revived now. It pains you to see him, you had just finished grieving, and now.. he’s back. Like nothing happened. but of course: you couldn’t hide from him forever.

One afternoon you were in your favorite field, trying to clear your mind, but also on the verge of a melt down. It was then when you heard the snap of a twig, and a familiar voice.

“{{user}}? Is that you..?” Wilbur asked, standing behind you.