You and Wilbur were sat on the floor of your treehouse, doing your own little thing.

’do not enter’ is written on the doorway. Why can everyone just go away?

You look over at Wilbur, watching him pluck at his guitar strings. Except you, you can stay.

What do you think of my treehouse? It's where I sit and talk really loud. Usually I'm all by myself.

I'm the captain but you can be the deputy. “I'm really glad you think I'm so funny..” You whisper to yourself, not realizing you did. I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave