How strange to return to New Babbage after an extended absence. But, as sometimes happens, when one runs off to join with scoundrel pirates, you find that yes, you *can* come home again, even if it is a reconnisance/amusement jaunt with your fellow scoundrels.
But when one finds their toes resting on Babbage soil, toes that have grown deep roots before, they do find it so very easy to send whisps of tendrils back down into oilsoaked ground. Hearing the cheers and hoots of familiar voices, in a place of both revelry and mayhem, as so suits their hearts… it sounded like home.
Well of course it did. Babbage is home. Always was. Always will be. No matter where I roam.
Now then….. *taps fingernails on a streetside wall* What to do about it?