You get used to seein' pretty strange things down here. All par for the course, it turns out. Dragons, zombies, mechanical men, the whole nine yards.

Old scars can still hurt like a mother, it turns out. Physical and otherwise. He's been learnin' a thing or two about pullin' together the pieces of someone's body to heal 'em up some, but he's pretty sure that don't fix anything like scar tissue. That kinda thing's forever.

"Sorry to hear that." He sounds sincere, for all the equivocal drone of the words. "Y'ever think of stoppin' by the clinic? Might be somebody there could help."