"Mortar?" Reese asked in a mixture of shock and joy. "By God, it's you!" Reese quickly sat up from his seat to shake Mortar's hand and pat him on the back. He hadn't seen or heard from Mortar in months, and the thought of losing yet another close friend was almost unbearable to him. Suddenly, Reese stopped. "Wait," Reese stated, then when on to a question. "Where the hell have you been all this time?...Why are you wearing a pink polo shirt?"