Several days later.
Wagner sat atop a boulder at the banks of the lake. A fishing rod in hand, he gazed at the surface of the lake with a blank look on his face.
Ripples spread across the surface of the water, followed by a sudden tug on his fishing rod. But Wagner didn't react. His thoughts were far away.
He thought of his family back home, of his children growing up without a father, of his beloved wife left alone for the rest of her life. They didn't even know whether he was dead or alive, and that uncertainty pained him.
He also wondered how his dear friend Bartholomew had taken the revelation that he was not from this world, that there were other worlds beyond Tron.
Such knowledge was enough to thoroughly shake any Magus from the Outer Universe, unaware of the mysteries of the cosmos.
"Fishing's like life, you know."
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in Wagner's ears, snapping him out of his thoughts.
