As Wilson left the palace, he thought about the reports. Nothing unusual, but Maxwell's refusal to attend the meeting was bothersome. Every God attended the meeting. No matter the circumstances. It didn't matter that Maxwell was a Lesser God, he had no right not to go to the Council meeting.

As Wilson was lost in his tangled thoughts, Webber walked up behind him. The only real interesting thing about Webber was his chest piece and headpiece, which both resembled spiders. The rest of his body was covered in bandages. Confused, Webber poked Wilson's shoulder and said, "Mr. Wilson? What are you mumbling about?"

Wilson flinched at the tap, and turned around, irritated. "That's none of your business, Webber," He said, voice sharp as flint.

Webber stepped back a bit, Aracnie growling behind him. The spider was rather normal, except for the fact that it was the pet of a god. Wilson could probably freeze it with no problem, but then he would have Webber sending hoards of spiders after him constantly. It's even happened once.

"Sorry, Mr. Wilson. We were just curious," Webber said nervously.

"Well don't be curious. I'm nothing to gawk at," Wilson growled, making Webber step back again. "I may be God of Winter, but you are, too, a God. Not as if I'm anything new."

With that, Wilson turned away from the boy God, scarf fidgeting as he stomped off. Why must these Gods torment him so?

...

Wilson arrived back at his home. Although the outside was almost unbearable to look at, the interior was clean and crisp and full of things Wilson did in his free time. Books stacked almost to the ceiling (most of them were from Wickerbottom), unfinished electronic devices, including Wilson's inventions, sat rusting and collecting dust in corners. A clockwork creature twitched and ticked in a box, as it was one of the broken ones that needed to be fixed. For everything electronic or robotic, all the Gods looked to him for advice or, better yet, help.

Wilson, of course, was forced to do such things as a feud between Gods was a deadly thing. Even Willow knew not to get too mad at anyone, as not to disturb the balance in Umbra. Lightning rods, science machines and, Wilson's personal favorite, alchemy engines were a necessity for the Gods to have, as they allowed them to build things for Umbra. They had many ideas, but, of course, many more of Wilson's were used because he withheld logic and understanding of science. Of course, this doesn't mean that the other Gods didn't have ideas used.

Wilson sighed in a cold delight as he looked around. This was his cavern of wonders, his escape from those annoying Gods. His abode of emptiness.

And that's exactly how he liked it.