you are once again on the floor of your room, with an incessant headache. Voices keep whispering in your ears, your hands are already shaking.

"Willbur will be back" "He didn't abandon me" "I trust him"

These are your thoughts that you try to use to calm down, you closed your eyes trying to focus on calming down, the memories of willbur were so vivid, as if he was there.

"Why are you crying?" willbur's familiar voice was present.