Freddy needed some fresh air since it had been a confusing few weeks in Goodland. He had been alone for most of his stay until recently when his sister, Mary, joined him. He was glad to have her and even more glad to live with her even if he missed his friends on the under eighteen floor. Still, she arrived just after those creatures attacked Freddy, which left him both physically and emotionally bruised. He knew the vision wasn't real and Mary even confirmed everyone at home was safe, but that vision had been so real. However, Freddy had more on his mind than the creatures. He learned he was a superhero in Mary's reality, which left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. He didn't have most of his family or powers in Goodland. He knew it was dumb to lament what he couldn't have, but he couldn't help feeling like it was unfair. He didn't admit it to anyone, but he wanted to fly because he hated his stupid cane. He wanted to feel unencumbered.

Needless to say, he couldn't sit still so he headed outside where he wouldn't need to tell Mary what was bothering him (he knew she'd be able to tell). He hobbled out and exhaled a deep breath.