Royce walked a few meters in front of Fett down a darkened street in the city. The sounds of strange vehicles and humans arguing was everywhere.

“You know, I thought something strange was going to happen today, but I had no idea that this was it,” said Royce.

“I know how you feel,” Fett replied cooly. “Where are you taking me?”

“I’m taking you to my apartment. The least I can get out of this are some photos and a good story to blog about,” said Royce.

“I don’t know what any of that means,” said Fett.

“Good, keep it coming Boba. It’s a good thing I’m a little buzzed,” said Royce.

Suddenly, he stopped at a door and inserted one of the metal devices from his utility belt into it. The door clicked and opened. Royce ascended some stairs inside of the doorway and Fett followed him up three flights of stairs. Royce reached another door and inserted another metal device into it, which again, clicked and opened into Royce’s home. The room was dark, full of unusual technology and dilapidated. On the wall hung a piece of art which resembled someone Fett had not seen in a long time, Darth Vader, former Dark Lord of the Sith.

“What is that artwork?” Fett asked.

“Oh, of course you’d notice that. It’s from when I was a kid. You know, Star Wars, the movie?” answered Royce.

Fett shook his head in disagreement.

“You can take off your helmet if you want. No one’s going to hurt you here,” said Royce.

Fett agreed. He released the safety latch and lifted the helmet off. To Royce’s surprise, the face of Boba Fett was that of a scarred, elderly man. A face that had seen wars, death, tragedies.

“I haven’t revealed myself to another human in a long time,” said Fett. “I used to say that I had a face that appeared familiar to everyone, but these days, it’s not so apparent.”

Royce extended a small white object and placed it near Fett.

“What is this?” Fett asked.

“It’s an iPod. I’m recording this exchange so I can write about it later on,” said Royce. “C’mon, it’s the least you can do after scaring the shit out of me AND making me lose my bike. Trust me, I’m trusting you. And I don’t trust anyone in this damn town. Do you?” Royce asked.

“It’s not in my nature to, but under the circumstances, I’ve gotta trust at least one person in this town,” Fett answered.