Marco woke up, groaned and looked out the window.

"Good morning, life."

He went downstairs to grab his regular cup of joe when he saw Star at the table crying.

He knew something was wrong. She hadn't cried in 3 years.

"What's wrong?" Marco looked at Star, ready to give some advice.

"It's my parents."

"What about them?"

Star's face turned red. And not in a blushing manner. Like she was ready to kill someone.

"Come with me."

Star grabbed Marco by the back of his hoodie, angered and frustrated, grabbed the dimensional scissors, and forced Marco through the cut.

They were on Mewni.

"Whoa," Marco said, observing the scenery. "This place is more rundown than I remember it."

The planet was in shambles.

"That's what I brought you here for. Come with me to the garden."

Star's face went from red to blue.

"So this is what you called me for?"

"Read these tombstones."

"To our King and Queen, the wonderful... Oh no."

Star was already kneeling down, crying.

"It should've been me. If only I could've stopped Tom "

Marco bent down to her level, trying to make her laugh.

"I guess we're both on the same boat then, huh?"

It wasn't working.

"How about you tell me the story, get it off your chest?"

"Okay... Not here though. We need to go somewhere more private, he might hear us."

Marco stared in confusion.

"He? Who the hell is he?"