In the garden room, surrounded by glass walls, well-maintained plants, and soothing music playing over the built-in speakers, a now thawed Roman Queens waits eagerly to see old friends, new friends, everything he’s missed in his years stuck in a tube. Bernie, older than he remembers but still just as charming (or at least he is now that they got him cleaned up) sits beside him, fretting for admittedly different reasons.

“Do you think they’ll still like me?” Bernie mumbles.

“They’ll love you,” Roman assures. “Will they still like me? I don’t know how everyone’s changed...”

Bernie cracks a smile. “How could anyone not love you?”

“Certainly they’ll be jealous of my youthful complexion.”

Bernie snorts, slapping his knee in laughter.

“What’s so funny in here?” an old, familiar voice asks.

Roman looks up, grinning as a pair of women walk in. A tall, refined one he doesn’t recognize, but the other, shorter but strong as ever, is definitely one of his old dear friends, one Claudia Savage. He gets up and rushes at her, and she grabs him into a tight hold and lifts him a few inches off the ground.