[A man walks into the Messhall. He is wearing a flightsuit and a fleece-lined leather jacket. He prepares himself a hot cup of raspberry tea. He turns away from the counter and scans the crowd. He sees all the same familiar faces and a new one...and one that he hasn't seen for a while.....]
[He moves to sit across from the young Sooner]
Felicitations Mr. Apollo. My name is Bombardier. I hope you enjoy your time here. Your concerns about your age are unfounded. Most of us come from...somewhere else, a place like this where we learned from the views of others. Your youth offers you a point of view that is not tainted by bad experiences and cynicism. We welcome that here. Always - and I mean ALWAYS - speak your mind here. There are times in situations like these where silence can be lethal to those we seek to assist. Make yourself at home. We'll talk again later.
[Standing up, he leaves Apollo's table and approaches the lady sitting in the rocking chair.]
Hello, again, Grandma. I'm not sure if you'll recognize me after my cosmetic alterations. You'll figure it out after a while, I'm sure. Your input here will, like Apollo's, be most appreciated. Your sage advice and placid demeanor have always brought halls such as these much dignity. Welcome and enjoy.
[The man turns to exit the hall. As he does, Grandma sees the artwork painted on the back of his flight jacket. It is somehow familiar....]
[Just before the doors close behind him, he can be heard humming "It's A Small World After All", then growling and cursing Grand Zero.]