Nice to meet you, please don't kill me {Tagged Jack}

Wilbur was starting to get really nervous. All this talk of Hiccup moving on, powers, and not being able to leave was putting him on edge. "Whatever you say. I'll see for myself soon enough. So i'll just leave." he turned around to go.

Now Wilbur was scared. He locked his jaw and pretended to seem nonchalant when really he wanted to bolt. "I planned to." he looked at the sparks. "But i've just reconsidered."

Wilbur covered his face, worried that he'd be zapped or electrocuted. Instead he felt a sharp pain all over, it wasn't unbearable, but extremely uncomfortable.

Wilbur looked at his hands as if there would be an instructional manual there. "So um..ok." he looked back at his hands. "What am I supposed to do?"

Wilbur held up his hands defensively. "Ok, got it." he chewed his lip nervously before slapping his forehead. "Damn, this is real isn't it?"

Wilbur watched him float, questioning his sanity. "What am I supposed to do if I can't leave here?" he demanded.

Wilbur scowled. "Where do I sleep?"