Ernie spent the better part of the day using his magic to help clean up the city. He liked feeling useful, but seeing the city in shambles reminded him of the war, which caused him to lose sleep at night. Still, he did the best he could with the fallen signs and broken windows before his stomach told him it was dinner time. He was about to head inside when he heard a small voice behind him. "Hello?" He turned to the child he didn't know.