Your father, Wilbur, was standing in the button room, breathing heavily and looking crazed as he rested against the wall with one hand about to press that damn button.

“It’s over.” He mumbled to himself, about to press the button before he had heard a voice behind him. “What’re you doing?” The voice asked.

The voice was Philza. He was Wilbur’s father, and your grandfather. Philza was standing in the doorway of the small room, his big black and feathery wings hiding your small figure that was staying behind him. Wilbur didn’t look too good, and was shocked to see someone had actually tried to stop him.