Gear sits at the window of his tower and looks out over the forest. The snowy branches of the trees sparkles in the bright moonlight, and the stars sparkle brightly. Gear sighs, and turns back inside. His room is colourful and decorated, with his own paintings hanging on the wall. He hops off of the windowsill and walks over to his favourite painting. It's a painting of him and his father, Gallerian, on a night just like this.

Gear: "Oh Baba... I miss you so much... Court won't let me talk about you anymore... Baba, what do I do?"

He gets no reply, and sighs again. He flops onto his bed, and rolls over, staring up at the ceiling.

Gear: "I wish that I wasn't here anymore... I wish that Baba was still here and that Court didn't keep me in this stupid tower..."

As he speaks, the room fills with a soft blue glow, as he accidentally activates his powers...

Gear: "Huh? What- Oh... OH!"

The glow gets brighter and brighter, until Gear has to close his eyes, and when he opens them again...