"That's good," he says. "I will warn you, there's still a lot of clean up to be done, though."

Wincing, he pushes himself up and flexes all of his limbs - all of his toes still move inside his Doc Martens, so that's a plus, and he's not missing any fingers.

Getting the suit parts inside might be trouble, though maybe he will just send a few waitrats out with a few tote boxes, and make a sizable donation into one of the charity funds as 'payment' for the favor...

"You going to hang around another couple days or just go on back out?"