Puck smiles faintly as he hands the child back. The mother thanks him warmly.

“Thank you so much for helping with her!”

Puck brushes it off with a shrug and a wry smile as the mother adds, "It was a good story, too!"

“Hey, no problem. It’s a small universe. We’re all neighbors here, right?”

The scene shifts as they descend the shuttle ramp into the bright air of the colony.

“Maybe literally,” the mother says. “I start my job here as head of security tomorrow. Are you moving in, or just visiting?”

“Well, I’m just here long enough to help set up the new environmental systems,” Puck replies. “But a few weeks at least.”

“You’ll be working with the military contingent, then? We’re sure to run into each other. Maybe you can finish your story.”

Puck laughs. “Ha! Maybe so. Look me up when you get a chance. Just search Dr. Robert—”

He breaks off, startled, as a voice shouts across the crowd.

“—Goodman! Dr. Goodman!!”

A young alien girl with a bright pink mohawk shoves her way forward, holding up a hand-lettered sign that reads: Dr. Robert Goodman.