At the early 1870. Before Clifford Burns was expelled by Coronel Burns, he and his future servant John Smithers shared a time together under the stars.
Clifford: What a beautiful night, you know? After a harsh day like this one, I like to see the stars and calm myself.
John: Just hope your father calm down after that.
Clifford: I think that I must get used to that. After all, I'm his heir. I'm going to inherit the plantation, the fortune and even the workers (even if my father call them slaves, I don't think the same thing as well).
John: I see you like to think about the future. You know what I'm thinking? The name that I'll give to my future son.
Clifford: Son? John, you're not married yet and you're thinking about that?
John: What's wrong? I'm sure that you're planning the same.
Clifford: Well... (smile) I think so.
John: If you'll have a son, how you call him?
Clifford: Eh... I think I have one perfect name. I've read my favorite book last night and I really like his name, Charles.
Clifford: Yes, the name of the protagonist as well.
John: Charles Burns, eh? It fits very well, I like it.
Clifford: What about you?
John: You see, I wanted to call him with a name similar to Wayland, the name that my mother wanted to put me at first. But I wanted to make it very special... so, the name I got is Waylon. I want to call my son, Waylon.
Clifford: Waylon, eh? Somehow, that name is very special and deep... Waylon Smithers. I love that.
John: Imagine it, young master. Charles and Waylon. The next generation of master and servant. The thing that I wish is that this relationship will be just like ours.
Clifford: I wish the same thing. And even more.
John: So, you like to pray to the stars for make that wish true?
Clifford (smiling): Sure!
And both prayed for a wish that it will be true in the future... a relationship that goes far than a simply brotherhood.
Clifford Burns (c) Matt Groening
John Smithers (c) Me and