Auction House.
Back in the present time.
Almost a day has passed since Isaac's strange encounter in the Snow Forest.
The Downtime was only minutes away from being over, and the servers of White Online would be back online.
The world awaited its return. Stores had shut their doors, and streets seemed dreary.
The streets were littered with old newspapers, and there were no cars on the roads.
VR Helmets were neatly placed around the heads of people in most homes while they lay on their beds, listening to the silence.
Life was still thriving at the Whitelock Residence.
Cleaners kept the yards clean, and bodyguards patrolled the streets.
Maxwell and Isabella were conversing in the living room.
Mark was playing with a handheld console in his room. He was still sulking about not being old enough to wear the VR Helmet.
Having already entered his own room, Marvin was getting ready to get onto White Online. The helmet was carefully placed around his head as he talked on the phone.