"Ha, looks like I’ve finally set foot in Manhattan before anyone else..."

"Long time no see, Olivia. How have you been? I thought you might have gotten a tan or something, but you don’t seem to have changed... Ahh, ow ow ow!"

"Hey, did you just say that while sitting next to me, with a child of your own? Do you really want to get your cheek pinched? Honestly, do you secretly enjoy getting pinched?"

"Wha, but I was just curious about the tanned Olivia... Ahh!"

"Good grief."

Early December, Manhattan.

The original members of the Icarus Operators had returned. The Eagle Team had come back. And finally, Olivia had returned to Manhattan. Instead of a grand anthem heralding her return, she was greeted by a chilly winter breeze and the slightly unsettling atmosphere of Central Park.