She looked up from her desk after a long day. Life was pretty hectic these days and she'd had her hands full with more beans than she could handle. Knowing that it was time to expand her operations in OCD she peered at Transistor and smiled.

Hey there kiddo, you got a sec? We need to talk... Have a seat.

She fumbled around in her drawer for a deed to a property just down the street from hers and smiled as she felt the wax seal underneath her fingertips.

Ahhh, there it is... See this? This is a gift for you. It's time for you to spread your wings my darling. I want you to set up shop down the road. Do whatever you want with the space, it's totally up to you. You know I'm always here for you. It's time for OCD to grow.

She smiled as she handed Transistor the deed she wiped a tear from her eye.

You've grown up so fast. It is a very proud moment for me. I hope you understand just how much you mean to me.

She looked out the window at the hustle and bustle and sighed.

Get going! You don't want to get caught in the snow. I feel like it's going to snow. It's so cold...

Transistor's hands hovered atop the deed, coming close to Constance's. This had been the only home he'd known. She rescued him from the streets, fed him, trained him, and treated him like her own. He owed a lot to her, and yet she kept on giving.

"I.. don't know what to say, Godmother. I am ready."

Transistor shook off the shock and his eyes closed slightly, indicating a change in perspective.

"I will make you proud. I will make OCD proud. Thank you for this opportunity."

Transistor hugged ConstanceBonacieux and turned to leave. He hesitated.

"You know I'll have to come back regularly for bacon and cookies though, right?"

Transistor asked jokingly as he exited her office with a smile.

Congrats, I know you will do great things.

Jerry had heard the news of his good friend getting an opportunity of his own in this thing of ours, ironically on the same night he had. Bringing a couple of LAs finest cubans with him, Jerry offers a seat for a small chat with Transistor.

Well my old friend, we're here; again. These shores have been feast or famine for our generations and it never seems to change. I am happy for you in this time of change for your and Philly. I know you will do great wondrous things with ease and guile. 

Lifting his favorite wallet from his jacket pocket, he hands Transistor an old memento his lineage had laid upon his feet from many many eons ago. Looking down the old scratched and worn letters seem to read Buddy Franklin Neverton, or something to that matter. Jerry and Transistor have a laugh as they continue speaking of old time and ravenous stories of the past.

Congratulations once again my friend.