Wilbur hated this continuous cycle of seeing a friend, saying hello, but then just before they could talk to each other, the friend would leave. It made him feel like shit. He hated constantly being left behind and having to see everyone else so happy. It hurt. Wilbur was alone, nobody was there for him, nobody was there to talk to him, nobody was there to even give him a hopeful glance. He hated seeing everyone so happy while he was alone and sad more than he hated himself for all of the things he has done, like blowing up his own nation, not being able to be there for his own son. He hated it, but not as much as being alone and seeing everyone else so happy. Just then, another familiar face walked in, it was Charlie. He was happy to see him of course, but didn't know if he should even try talking to him because he was almost certain that just as he began to talk, Charlie would leave. With that little spark of hope that maybe Charlie would be there for him, he went to try and talk to him. "Hey Charlie" Wilbur said, almost tired. "Hey Wilbur! How are you?" Charlie replied in is normal, slightly high pitched voice. Wilbur didn't know what he should say. None of his friends who he had seen on the train had yet asked him how he was doing, so he didn't know how he should reply. Just as Wilbur was going to say, "I'm fine, how are you?" Charlie said, "Sorry Wil, this is my stop. It was great seeing you though!" As Charlie exited the train, leaving Wilbur behind, he spotted Noah, or as everyone called him, "Foolish". Wilbur was alone, AGAIN. He hated this. He missed having normal talks with friends, especially Sally. God how much he missed seeing her. He loved Sally so much but hasn't seen her in forever. He wanted to at least get to talk to her.