Check on Grandpa.




You walk into the living room to see what your garandfather is yelling about.

Then you get a glimpse of it. The elderly man points at the window to a streak of white in the sky. You get closer to the window, trying to get a better look.

It's a... shooting star? But it's heading straight for Giantopolis.

"I'm scared, Syd," he says, trembling as he paints over the window, blotting out the meteor. "This might be the end of Giantopolis..."


What do you say to him?




Whatever. It's nothing.


I see.


Let's leave.