A/N: Well the official sequel has already been released, but here's the beginnings of my own personal sequel. Hope you enjoy.
Snow fell upon Main Street, artificially created to bring a winter spirit to the park. Though the park was now closed, the snow continued to fall. Wayne sat at a handcrafted wooded table beside the kitchenette in his apartment above the firehouse, he had a look of frustration as he rested his head in his hands and looked over the plans that had been brought to life by him and the DHI's just a few months previous. The hand-drawn plans depicting the amazing park had been slowly returning to their original faded appearance during the last few weeks; the protection it had brought to the parks was also fading. Trouble was sure to resurface soon, and he and the other imagineers were growing concerned. No matter how many times Wayne added more ink from Walt's pen, the plans would not accept it; instead, the ink, a rich dark shade, just ran off the pages. Wayne was convinced that the pen had more uses than just illuminating the plans, he needed to find out what those uses were. He had no more options; he and the imagineers had to initiate the new plan. It was a risky choice in some ways, but Wayne trusted those involved; slowly he got up from his chair and strolled towards his living room to make a very important phone call.