Notes: Hallo, by the time you're reading this, this story has gotten 200 views! I know, I know, it's not much, but, my personal dream is to be an author, and I feel touched that people have actually spent time reading my content! Anyhow, I promised a special chapter, and here it is! So, I know, it's not really extravagant or anything, but I felt this was a long time coming, so here we go!

Chapter 10: The Visit

Wilson watched as little Wendy emerged from her tent, eyes drooping and an amulet around her neck. He felt the steady breaths of Willow sleeping on his shoulder. Rolling his eyes and sighing, he remembered Willow's hysterical fit in the ocean. It had taken a lot of calming down to ask her what was bothering her so. A fear of the ocean. Honestly. Wilson had no experience with phobias or such, however he was certain that if he did, he could of handled himself accordingly to the situation. Instead, she let tiny Wendy struggle in the sea until the shark ripped her apart, bit by bit. As time went on, he had forgiven her, but the ounce of irritation that he had left was enough for him to shift Willow off his shoulder, sighing as he did so. Mumbling in defiance, Willow opened her eyes slowly, and seemed annoyed at finding herself on the cold grass. She huffed and headed to her tent. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large black wave of smoke loomed over the camp. Wilson shut his eyes, spluttering and attempting to hold his breath. He could hear Willow wheezing in her tent, trying to shout on Wendy and Webber. Then, everything went black.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

"Wilson?" a woman's voice sounded "Wiiiiilsooooon?"

"I don't think he will wake up. Ever," a younger girl said

"No, he will, look, his eyes are opening. Wiiiilssoooooooooooooooon?"

"Maybe he's dead"

Wilson rubbed his head and opened his eyes, remembering the large cloud of dense smoke.

"Look, he's not dead!" Willow said, seeming less joyous than usual "Hello Wilson,"

"What happened?" Wilson replied as Willow heaved him off the floor

Willow and Wendy exchanged worried glances.

"Well, so this guy, he came and said that we can't revive anymore," Willow replied.

"WHAT!?"

"I know, we're all past it now, you were out for like, ages!"

"Where's Webber?"

"He... eh. He died."

"WHAT!?"

"Listen clearly Wilson," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice "I said he died,"

"We can't bring him back then!"

"I know"

"But then he's not coming back!"

Willow rolled her russet eyes, "I know!"

"This man you were talking about, what did he look like?"

"Ugly"

"Details Miss Willow!"

"He had, like, a real long chin, and a suit."

"What did he speak like?"

"He was all calling me 'pal' and I was like, hey dude, I'm not your pa-"

"Maxwell!"

"Wha?"

"MAXWELL!"

Wilson knew who this man was, he was the voice that had made him come to this place. That meant that he was being serious. Great, Webber was dead. Now what?

Notes: Haha, betcha weren't expecting that! Next chapter is going to be a, drumroll please, diary entry! I want to try something different, so I have that planned, not

sure if it's going to work but I may as well try! Thanks, again for 200 views, and I'll see you next time a chapter's out!

Lots of love, cherry3181 (I'm also giving a sign off a go).