Mulcahy has seen them around before, of course, but... though they were undoubtedly peaceful, judging by the general lack of shooting (aside from the riddled bullet holes on the Promenade during that one day of chaos), war leaves a mark. And besides, they never had a reason to speak.

Now, though, Mulcahy sees them, this battle machine, at the garden. And oh, something in his chest hurts. Isn't this vision the dream of the entire 4077th?

"Hello!" he calls carefully, from some short distance off. "Is that garden yours?"