"I see you're back, Mr. Philips!" His assistant Suzie said as she saw him go across the parking lot. "Though, whose body is that?"

"You know the purpose of my trip, correct?"

"You were quite clear. A head transplant, but I was not quite prepared for this."

"The age difference, the gender difference, or the uniform?"

"Mostly the last two." She said, her unease growing. "You didn't steal a flight attendant's body, did you?"

"No!" He said with a laugh. "But she was one before some construction worker didn't secure a piece of rebar correctly. Good for me, I guess. She was working and her clothing was basically all uniforms and sleepwear. I don't mind, though."

"I can tell." She said softly. "Well, welcome back, sir. Do you still want to talk to Mr. Ballinger today?"

"Yes, very much so. We keep the same schedule, in fact, actually, move it up if he is here. I think I might have a bit more leverage now in the negotiation and I want the, uh, opportunity to leverage that advantage as much as possible."