[Out on the plane, there is a young boy sitting in an open-ish area, looking out at all the stars. But he's not just stargazing, he's also drawing something on a piece of paper as he looks. If you get close enough to him, you'll see lots of scribbled drawings correlated to the stars' arrangement, but as soon as he finishes a drawing the stars have shifted enough that they don't match up anymore.]

Geez, why does it keep doing that?

[He'd taken the holidays off to spend time with the people he cared about. Naturally. And things were finally going his way for once too. Good thing too because that meant he had plenty of free time to do as he pleased. Including rearing the puppies which his dog Hilde had given birth too sometime ago. He'd also promised a couple folks their pick of the litter, or just play time. That day was today.

People would hear the playful yips as puppies dug around and romped on the beach's sand, while Duo sat in one of those captain chairs watching them and petting his big fat lazy rottweiler. The pups were German Shepherd mixes. Behind his chair? At the hanger? At the bar? All had signs up that said "Free Puppies". Inquire at Beach.]