--And it's Raleigh. Older, filled out, looking weary and like life's beaten him down a few times but--it's Raleigh.

Chuck's pleased--happy, wanting to tackle his friend into the sea like he used to greet him, see if he's gotten any better at catching people.

Then he's pissed.

"Raleigh," he says, lip curling. Ten years. Why would he bother coming back?