And now I'm here. And so are Harold and Shaw. I have to figure out how I'm going to live, since it looks like I'm going to get to do that after all. No job, no death. Hopefully we can still die of old age, I'll have to ask Aurora. She said we can stay after the missions are over.

[ A long life, something he never thought he was going to have. And a quiet one, at that. Something he'd rather not have, but doesn't get a choice in. ]