You walked the glossy streets of Greenwich, London. Water from an earlier storm soaked into the ground beneath you, poorly illuminated by the dim glow of the orange streetlights. The only sound among the city noise were the gentle plops of your shoes hitting the puddles on the concrete.

That was, until, you heard a deep voice raving to himself. You spun your head to catch a glimpse of a man. Wilbur stood in the dark, staring at the ocean as he mumbled incoherently to himself. "I'm so cold..."