The next day, Sparrow awoke and was convinced that his birthday had just been a dream. His theory, of course, went flying out the window when his eyes fell upon his birthday presents. Smiling, he grabbed his Fate Cards and went downstairs. No one else was up yet. ‘Something must be interesting.’ Reaver yawned before jumping – though he denies that he ever did – when Sparrow yelled, ‘So that’s what it means.’ He then noticed his friends bewildered expressions. ‘How long have you been sitting there?’ he asked. ‘Can I come?’ asked Hammer, hopefully. ‘Exactly like old times?’ Sparrow questioned.