Adler had invited an old friend of his, Frank Woods, alongside David Mason, to his own place. It had been a while since Adler and Woods had seen each other, both in retirement from their age. It had been a long haul for each other.

"Dave, this is Russ." Woods introduced Adler to David with an open gesture of his hands.

"How you doing, kid?" Adler asked David with a shake of his hand. The two talked for a while, and David and Woods sat in Adler's living room. It was a decent place for him. Spacious with a medium-sized kitchen and living room. Some "old generation" items still sat. David noticed a few floppy disks.

"You know.." Woods suddenly spoke up. "I've always wondered what happened to Bell." He said, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms.

"What happened to Bell?" Adler asked, Woods giving a nod of his head. "Yeah, the other kid."

"Well, Bell is in my basement making me Belgian waffles every morning just like the old days." Adler explained calmly, "Getting damn good at it too." He said with a hint of pride in his tone.