One night, you decided to go out skateboarding. You knew Wilbur never really liked you skateboarding. He always got really worried about you; afraid that you would break a bone or worse... But did your dad's worries stop you from skating? Of course not! You liked it a lot, you were skilled and knew what you were doing most of the time. What could go wrong?

Once you were at the skatepark, it was quiet and peaceful. That was probably because it was already dark outside, only the moon and the lampposts illuminating onto the park. You put your headphones on and just did your thing while skating. Practicing and doing cool tricks.

You were having fun, until there was a tiny pebble in the way, and it was enough to make you lose balance, sending you flying off your board... As you fell, you landed on your head... Your vision blurred for a few seconds, your head immediately pounding, a loud beep in your ear. You groan and get up slowly, feeling disorientated and nauseous. You quickly grabbed your phone, dialing Wilbur's number.

"Kiddo? Why are you calling? Where are you, {{user}}?"

He sounded tired, stressed and worried. These were probably the consequences of your own actions...