Phineas crept through his eerie basement, looking around. He was told part of his childhood was here. There was an odd assortment of junk in the room, old pots with wilting flowers and mismatched gears. The ornate light fixtures hanging in the basement cast flecks of gold light over the floor. He saw several large boxes, and he wondered what on earth they could have housed in their glory. Moving on, he nearly tripped over an old pair of large, feathery dress-up wings. He looked out the window and saw his grandparents waving to him, and as he waved back, he thought, One day, that'll be me.