While Old Tim watched the Guardians of Weather from the top of the Time Tower, he noticed a glimmering light through below the clouds. So, he glided down toward the light, and he found it to be a sky lantern. A louder thunder rolled in the sky as the rank of Guardians marched on the clouds. Before the rain was all ready to fall, he snatched the lantern then glided upward, bringing it safe over the rainclouds.
Flying back to the top of the tower, Old Tim felt a strange warmth coming out from the lantern in his arms. He held it up-close to him. "LEXI," he read the handwritten lettering across the lantern. A sudden powerful sensation from the light struck him. He froze in the air--eyes unblinkingly widened, exposing its electric gray irises. Images flashed in his vision. Different scenes but the same face of a girl appeared in them--so emotional and filled with gloom, shouting, crying; there was so much pain! LEXI. He saw her wrote it on the lantern--it was her name, and the lantern was for her birthday. The flashback stopped. Old Tim gasped for air--the lantern got loose from his grip. He let it rise as he looked down below the clouds.