Jack knew everything about Bunnymund. His devastating past, why he loved Easter so much (that was obvious), his species, how he became a Guardian, all that stuff. But Bunny never answered this question:

"Why are you still mad at me for causing the blizzard of '68?"

Jack had asked this about one hundred times, but each time, Bunnymund would hop away or change the subject. Jack felt - no, knew - that the Pooka was hiding something, but since he refused to answer, the young Guardian's only choice left was to guess.

And today, while they sat by the river in the Warren, eating chocolate ice cream, the winter spirit couldn't help but ask again. This time, though, Bunny said, "go ahead. Try."

Jack was surprised, but with a grinning face, he went for it.

"Is it because everyone was cold?"

"No."

"Is it because it was Easter?"

"Kinda. Still 'ave ta guess ya bloody show pony."

"Is it because I annoy you?"

"Obviously not! That was the cause of ya annoying me in the first place, Frostbite!"

"Is it because I scared you with that prank?"

"Bloody...no!"

Jack laughed, seeing his friend's terrified, yet annoyed, facial expression.

"Is it because it was at a time of new life and I kinda made everything dead?"

He saw Bunny flinch and stopped laughing.

"Bunny?"

"You really wanna know, don't ya?"

Jack nodded, fearful of Bunnymund's quiet tone. He didn't say anything - he knew this was going to be bad.

"Follow me."

Jack did so, following the rabbit to an empty room. He sat down and Bunnymund put a video in. It started playing.

What Jack saw next would make him regret what he did that day.