Time is a strange thing. No matter what you do, it never stops changing. The past is gone.
As P!nk roamed the empty hallways of the mansion, thinking, she was unaware that she was being watched. Mac, the smart and curious eight year-old, looked on in confusion.
"I don't get it," he wondered to himself. "If P!nk is so lonely, why doesn't she try and find new friends? She needs to understand that things change, and that everyone's gotta move on one day. She needs to look at the possibilities."
The pink blob wandered, until eventually she spotted Wilt sitting on Bloo's bed untying his enormous shoes. She couldn't help peering into the room, then deciding…maybe all she needed was someone to talk to about her problems.
"Wilt?" she called softly.
"Oh, hey P!nk!" he said enthusiastically. "What do you need?"
"Umm…can I…talk to you about something?" she asked shyly. She had never been so nervous. It was not P!nk's intention to "flirt", but Wilt couldn't help but notice that she was as red as the sunset!
"Sure, anything," he said, turning. He sensed the sadness in P!nk's eyes. The cheerful smile disappeared from his face.
"You know, I've been through a lot lately," P!nk began. Wilt could clearly see that, of course, but never bothered to ask, because of a fear he might hurt her feelings. P!nk took a deep breath and continued, "So much that I think it's affecting the way I act towards others. I notice Bloo's been kind of friendly around me, but somehow, I just can't return those feelings. It's like, somehow, I can sense that deep down, he may be sort of stuck-up and mean."
Wilt couldn't help but crack a smile at that, but he understood completely. He closed his eyes and thought – maybe it was time for P!nk to hear the truth about Blooregard Q. Kazoo.
"P!nk, I have something to tell you," he began sadly. P!nk could sense the tone in his voice and slowly and shyly, she went over to sit beside him on the large bed. "You were right about Bloo. Sometimes, he can be a little bit of a jerk. But he wasn't always that way. Not too long ago, when Mac was about six and he had created Bloo three years earlier, something terrible happened. Though they were daily harassed by Mac's older brother, there was someone who was always there for them – their father. He was not only their role model, but also their friend. Both Mac and Bloo could turn to him anytime they were feeling sad or lonely, and he would always help the best he could. They did everything together. But one day, unexpectedly…he died."
P!nk's eyes widened in horror and disbelief. "Huh? Wha – I had no idea – "
"It hurt them both so much, "Wilt interrupted. "Mac was strong and smart, learning each day to move on but not forget. Bloo, however, was at first too immature to understand. He had it really tough, so it was bound to affect his personality. He and Mac grew stronger every day, and pranking their older brother and being silly helped Bloo to become a bubbly jokester as well. He knew that one day he needed to move on. And that's what you need to do too."
P!nk looked up in shock. Wilt looked at her in concern. He had never been so deep and meaningful. Was he right? P!nk thought. It sounded like Bloo had it just as tough as she did. Was that all she needed to help her – a friend?
