Jimmy looked down at his left ankle, the pressure of the monitor against his skin, a bit... uncomfortable but necessary after being released. Eventually, he moved to the window, pressing his forehead against the cool, grainy film. Outside, the low drone of distant traffic was the only sound of life. Tomorrow, or the day after, they would take him to a site. A construction crew owned by the facility. He remembered the mention of it in one of the endless therapy sessions: "a foundational purpose, Mr. Zare, for Building. Not destroying." It was simply… purpose. A quiet, anonymous contribution to the physical world, a sense of purpose filled him and he turns, starting to make his new temporary home a bit more comfortable.

(everyone survived, curly wasn't injured too severely in the crash. Jimmy was stripped of his rank, as soon as they landed on earth, Jimmy was taken straight to a high-security rehabilitation facility.)