Weeks went by slowly and the loss of Cornelius Robinson could still be felt. Wilbur had recounted the first day he decided to go to the store after the funeral. He explained how multiple people had gone up to him and offered their condolences and even tried paying for his groceries. That being said, the Robinson family became recluses in their own city.

Fruit baskets and food was left by the doors and the only visitors were close friends and visiting family. Even Lefty had forgone his job at the Robinson home, no longer answering the door to guests. Truth be told, no one knew what would come of Tomorrowland without Cornelius's new inventions. It was a great loss for them all.

Sam and Brian were laying next to Wilbur on his floor as they all looked at the ceiling, both recalled the constellations of plastic stars left on the molding. The constellations were forgotten but still bright. The trio were surrounded by some blueprints that Wilbur had snuck out of his father's office, all of which Cornelius hadn't fully designed. No one had gone in there since the funeral so other than needing Carl to be lookout, no greater lengths were required. Wilbur had told the two his story of how he had snuck into his father's inventing room and taken the blueprints.

"Do you really think you have to continue your dad's legacy?" Brian asked as picked up another blueprint, holding it up to the ceiling light. Sam turned her head over to look at the boy in question as he flipped through one of his dad's old notebooks. Sam had put down a blueprint titled "beacon", which seemed to be the way to light the path for any individual in need of directions. Truth be told, the pages just looked like drawings to her. She never had a scientific mind.

"Everyone's kind of expecting me to right? Might as well." He made a face at one of the pages before closing the journal. "I don't have a choice."

"I can confidently say that no one expects the guy who couldn't even make a volcano for science fair to take over making new inventions." Brian reasoned before looking back at the papers. "Do you even know what this means?" He shoved one of the papers in Wilbur's face.

"Of course, that's the," his two friends looked at him expectantly. " you know it doesn't matter because I have Carl." Samantha gave him an amused look. She wasn't quite sure Carl would understand the messy writing and half drawn designs either. She had picked up a particularly messy paper which she could barely make out complete words before she realized that Cornelius must've had a shorthand. His mind worked too fast to write the entire word. Her father might've understood what Cornelius meant with using two letters but she most definitely did not.

"What do you think Sam?" Brian asked as he received a wide-eyed look from the girl. She had remained silent as the trio looked through all the inventions.

"I think you'd be great." Brian let out a gasp. "But, you'd need to think of new inventions and build them. I mean, I doubt my dad knows what this is and he worked with your dad. Not to mention being in charge of a company and-"

"Okay he gets it." Brian interrupted as Sam looked apologetically at an anxious looking Wilbur.

"There are other ways to fulfill his legacy." She reasoned.

"Yeah. Like what?"

"Like taking care of the community. You don't have to be an inventor. You can build houses or plant trees. You can make a difference."

" So manual labor?" Wilbur questioned as he gave her an amused look. Brian had nodded along with Samantha's explanation which she found at least a little comforting.

"Inventions aren't the only way to improve TomorrowLand."

"TomorrowLand is the people." Brian agreed, giving his friends a look that Sam couldn't understand.

Sam smiled. "Well it's time for my lessons." She said as she started standing up. Brian gave a small wave but Wilbur stood up to walk with her to his door. "Thanks." He said as she walked out of his room.

"You're going to do great things." She told him, hoping that her words meant something to him.

Sam had initially rejected resuming singing lessons with Franny. She didn't want to inconvenience her and she wanted to make sure she had time to mourn. Franny had insisted and the first time Sam was back at the Robinson house Franny pulled her into the sound room.

The sound room was probably Sam's favorite room in the Robinson household. The acoustics were great and she loved seeing Frankie and the other frogs. They often gave her encouragement and sang background for her.

"Hi Franny." She greeted as she walked into the room. She had been reprimanded so many times for knocking, she was practically family and according to Franny that meant that Sam didn't have to knock.

"Sweetie." Franny responded.

Franny and Wilbur sealed with grief in a similar way, both had to keep busy. Franny said she couldn't imagine giving up Sam's lessons and didn't stop moving the whole time, looking at different music sheets or help Sam harmonize with her frogs. Wilbur dove into his father's research. As Sam had seen earlier he poured over inventions he didn't even understand.

For an hour and a half Sam practiced reading music and sang until she couldn't speak, trying to find some escape in music. Sam loved singing, being able to let out her emotions in music. Frankie and the buys always helped her find deifferent menainings in the songs she sang. By the end of the lesson Franny had given both the frogs and Sam praise on their performance. To Sam that validation meant everything to her.

"What'd I miss?" Sam asked as she walked back into Wilbur's room to see the two boys deep in conversation.

"Only the best idea I've ever had." Sam was instantly intrigued. Wilbur always claimed that each new idea was "the best ever" and even though they normally were half-baked ideas that failed, she loved hearing them.

"You are crazy." She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air, almost hitting the two boys in the process. Wilbur had just finished explaining to Sam his plan. He seemed enthusiastic, which Sam guessed made her reaction even worse.

"I am just trying to spend my father's best years with me."

"You sound selfish, you know that right?" She turned to Brian, " and you support this?" Wilbur nodded urgently at his friend, who withered in front of Samantha's harsh glare.

He shrugged. "It's his way of coping. He never got to say goodbye." Samantha shot over a glare at Brian.

"You wouldn't even be able to talk to him." She pointed out as Wilbur rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I did last time." He reminded his friends.

Samantha shook her head. "I honestly still can't believe you did that."

"It worked didn't it."

"Uh, barely." Samantha shot back. "You almost died."

"Not true." Wilbur argued. " I just almost ceased to exist."

"Oh. A regular Tuesday then." Sam shot back, raising her eyebrows at Wilbur who only shrugged, but gave her a look that said he wasn't going to listen to any argument she made.

"Children." Brian announces, holding his hands up in warning. "Let's brainstorm."

"He'll recognize us." She stated simply hoping that this fact would slow down her best friend.

"We were these." Wilbur produces three mustache/glasses combo.

"No." Samantha replied, deadpanned expression.

"Fair enough."

"Wilbur," She dragged as she watched her best friend move frantically around the room.

"Samantha." He replied in an equally droning voice. She mumbled under her breath as her and Brian stood off to the side.

"There's so much I missed out on with my dad." Wilbur reasoned with her. "I know nothing about his life and I want the chance to figure out what he was like." Sam paused as her and Brian shared a look. Both of them knew that Wilbur's relationship with Lewis had been less than ideal. "At least he loves you" had been an argument Sam had started. Wilbur had ignored her for a week and she discovered that having a father that said " I love you" was different than having one that showed it

"When are we going?" She asked hesitantly as she shared a concerned glance with Brian.

"The day it all started" Wilbur replied, then frowned at the two unamused faces across from him. "The day I was born." He sighed as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Samantha smiled. "No."

"What? Why not?" Wilbur complained as she gave him a stern look, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"That is the worst place to 'drop in'." She used air quotations, making her two companions share a look.

"Then where do you suggest we go?"

"Well, since this trip is about saying bye to your dad, you should be there for him when he was having his worst days."

Wilbur nodded. "Like..."

"Do I have to come up with everything?" She shot back as Brian stepped in between the two.

"Okay, Okay." He put his arms back down. "Let's start simple, meeting him in a library." This time it was Brian who was met by a double stare-down. "Jesus. Just pick a day."