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Wilbur scowled at the smoking time-machine for a while and was about to clean his face with his shirt until he heard footsteps approaching. Confused and maybe a little panicked, he made his way to see who it was. Eyeing them for a brief moment, Wilbur cleared his throat looking at the time-machine then back at them, "Uh...Hi?"

The streets are cold, blue almost, and snow is whipping lightly down them--it's not weather to be out in without good reason, so as he walks past towards the café door, he pauses, and jerks his head towards the entrance.