Wilbur stands at the door of the new house with his social worker Sam, as Wilbur thinks of the new house, which will be another hell. Wilbur can’t help the sudden wave of fear that washes over him. It’s only been three days since the crap fest that was his last placement, and he’s not looking forward to whatever will happen here. He doesn’t want to be here, being ignored at best and beaten into a pulp at worst Sam, oblivious to Wilbur's condition, rings the doorbell