In a Parallel Flight office, engrossed in the usual paperwork. A Parallel Flight company's founder, Huckle is sitting on his desk reviewing over small stacks of sales report. He sighs as he making his wry smile, looking over a sales report summarizes his coworkers' performances that has given a positive results as always.

"It seems to be all in order."

He picks up the stack of paper, placing inside the folder labeled "Archives". Huckle gets up from the chair, grabbing his coat from the hanging pole, exiting out from his office.