Also somewhere in the woods, Furture Quincy, who was still stuck here as his ship fixed itself, was out and about, dressed in a black turtle neck sweater and grey cargo pants, his paws bare against the ground. He had lost all feeling in them anyway, whats the point in shoes? Anyhow, he had his hands in his pockets as he saw Mortar and Mion, waving to them. He had never met Mion before, but Mortar was one of the first few he met when he arrived at the Dojo. For the present Quincy, it was a few months ago. For him, several decades.