He had been there for the start of it all, but all good things must come to an end. He had hoped his friends would one day come together again, but alas, that day never came. As he began to fill his rowboat with small amounts of treasure he collected over the years, he heard the news. . . He heard the job was being finished. With a very bright smile, the elder Worm broke out into a joyful cry. . . He was needed one final time.