Wilt wondered downstairs, on the creaky wooden floors, the howling wind crashing against the glass windows, making the branches of some trees that have grown near the mansion, gently tapping on the window glass. Neither sounds disturbed his countless wonder. He stared at the floor as he walked in deep thought, wondering of the nightmarish thought he had.

He walked till he came to the waiting room. Wilt looked up to the clocks half asleep and half awake. Tick Tock Tick Tock went the clocks on the wall, each one saying the exact time, neither one over or under a second or minute. Time seemed to go in slow motion to him, taunting him what should be a joyous day the following morning, now brings nothing but chills of disturbance and ambiguity.

Wilt stared with his tired eye, raising an exhausted hand to one of the clocks as he leaned his head to another one saying softly to himself, "why must you taunt me like this…"

"Wilt?" a soft voice called out, dragging him out of his trans.

Thinking it was the angelic sound of Sarah, only to frown slightly when he saw Frankie standing there in a her powerpuff girls two piece PJ's and green robe, with a pair of fluffy pink slippers.

"Oh…hello there Frankie," Wilt responded, trying to sound cheery into seeing his friend.

Frankie knew Wilt better than that, he sounded down and half asleep. In many cases like this, something is usually bothering him to make him sound like that. She walked up to her dear friend, gently putting a hand to his leg since he was little to tall for her to reach his shoulder, she looked up at him, "whats wrong Wilt?"

Wilt looked down at Frankie then looked down to the carpet, he didn't respond immediately, after a minute or so, he asked, "Is it wrong to be Selfish?"

Frankie looked at him confused, "Sometimes yes, why do you ask ?"

Wilt looked at her and then poured his guts out, on what was bothering him, from the day that Sarah and the others came to the moment to where they are standing now. Wilt, exhausted from finally getting all of that off his chest, slid from the wall to the floor bringing his legs to him, using his good arm to hold them in place.

Frankie looked at him and smiled, she knew why he was acting like this, but this feeling as so new to him, that it left him kind of lost. He did care deeply for the friends at Fosters, but this…this feeling of wanting to keep someone who makes him happy for once, someone who is there telling him it was alright to think for yourself and say no. She was happy for that, she told him numerous of times the same thing, however, with Sarah, it was different, she had the sense of wisdom about her that it brought peace to him, if Sarah were to write something in stone, she would have no doubt that Wilt would cherish that rule to no end.

Now, seeing him like this, knowing that tomorrow that Sarah might be adopted by another family, a family that might take her for granted…it bothered him greatly, but she had to admit, some kids can be down right snotty and picky, but there are a few who really do care deeply for their friends, be it imaginary or real, but then….thinking about Sarah being adopted…she had to admit, it bothered her too.

Frankie was normally overworked and underpaid because she was the only employee working there, it really made her irrated and frustrated when something went wrong or something caused more work for her to do, but with Sarah, it became easy and smooth, this week, she was always there to lend a hand, help out with the kids, always helping in the kitchen, she had to admit, she loved having the extra help as well as having someone to talk to besides her grandmother. Now, knowing about the Adopt a thought Saturday, listening to Wilts concern and thinking about it, she didn't like the idea at all of Sarah being adopted. No! for the first time, this is the one friend she didn't want to be adopted.

She looked to Wilt with slight smirk to her face, for she had… an idea.