This is a PSL (Personal Story Line) and doesn’t fit into the prime timeline. It is a kind of What-If.
Lance sits in Finnegan’s, its night, the sound of the ocean is in the distance through the open windows of the tavern. The floating city was in a warm spell right now, so the windows were open to get some of the fresh air, fresh sea air. The gentle smell of salt and ocean wafted into the tavern from outside. The place was pretty much empty at this hour, even Finnegan had gone home and due to his station Lance was there alone. There wasn’t even a bartender around, though Excalibur Kaethe, his XIA from the Galatine, who acted as his personal assistant and sort-of keeper was sitting on the table, regenerating her Spacial Variance Reactor while Lance ate. Rather than the normal gourmet looking burger and fries he normally ate, he was eating something he made himself in the kitchen, a ham sandwich on rye with an ice tea.
He had, of course, neglected to lock the doors while he sat there. It was dark, but mildly lit up, just a light in the kitchen and the light above Lance’s table.