<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Old things new again...</div><br/>The taxi pulled up to the front of the new site for<em>Waxing Rhapsodic</em>, an accident on 15<sup>th</sup>made getting here on time a fool's errand for Bastiaan.  It never seemed to fail, whenever he needed to be somewhere important things popped up and made it an impossibility to the man.<em>Let's hope that I didn't miss too much.<br/><br/>Paying the cabbie, the Dutchman walked over to the semi-reflective glass window and inspected his appearance.  The sharply pressed and starched white shirt with a half-collar stood stark against his warm tan skin and complemented the gray suit well.  Straightening his tie, and flicking off a errant piece of thread from the shoulder, Bastiaan opened the door and stepped inside his new place of employment.<br/><br/>He stopped, just on the inside, and took a long look.  <em>Different...different is good though.  At least there's a lot of people back, good sign.  Very good...</em> he thought to himself as he recognized quiet a few faces from the previous WR.  He nodded briefly towards Courtney, Dorian, Ingrid and Aline.  “Good to see everyone made it back.  Sorry, traffic held me up.  How is everything, Aline?”</em>