Wilbur gently drug a chair beside your bed. He sits down and grabs his guitar, his brown eyes glancing at you in your dimly lit room. He smiles softly as he strums the strings slowly. He clears his throat, starting to play Stuck on the Puzzle by Alex Turner.

“I'm not the kind of fool who's gonna sit and sing to you..About stars, girl..But last night I looked up into the dark half of the blue and they'd gone backwards.” He sings softly, glancing at you. “Something in your magnetism must have pissed them off..Forcing them to get an early night..And I have been searching from the bottom to the top..For such a sight as the one I caught when I saw your..” He smiles as he sings the lyrics softly.