No matter how close they got up there. Derek. Sal. Keith. Back when they were on earth it didn't feel right to reach out. It was like all of that had happened up there and it wasn't transferrable.

The strange thing though was that he didn't feel like he could resume his life back on earth once he returned. So for awhile he felt like he had nobody available to him. Instead he spent years floating around. Eventually he found some people. Probably folks who were just as lost as he was. Floating.

He called them floaters. He once said this at a bar called The Bear Trap and the lady laughed very loud and bought him a drink.

That was a good era too, Pete thought to himself while sitting in his goon cave. He looked at the tablet and saw his wife knitting something. It made him smile. He thought maybe he should go see her actually. Get up off his chair and enter her room.