Gobo was quick to shake his head, looking up at her. "No it- it's okay! I didn't realize that that was my problem too. Uncle Scrooge," he looked up toward him, gesturing at him at the same time and then turned back to Della, "is absolutely right. Little decisions have been made by me the whole time, but the big ones have almost all been made for me, and..."

He paused, drawing in a short breath and then he looked off again, in the direction Fraggle Home lay in though it was far from visible here. "I need to talk to Wembley."