Dave, 35 year old.

Standing at the Spaceport you run through your mental list of things to take care of before you depart. You put your house up for sale with a decent realtor, who seemed to think the house would sell rather quickly for the price you were asking. All the possessions that you wanted to keep had been moved into storage so you could have them sent to you later.

You walk up to the counter to get checked into the flight. You hand your luggage over to the handler. The woman behind the counter smiles at you. "Heading to Obaasan?"

"That's right;" you reply.

"Vacation?"

"No, I am hoping to find a job out there."

"Alright, if you are moving there, I will need your signature on some of these papers." She hands you a rather large stack of paper and directs you to some chairs. "Just bring them back up here when you are done, but please do not take too long, it will take me a while to make sure they are all in order."

"Sure, no problem." You sit down and begin reading the documents. You begin reading through the documents and signing them. You are only about halfway through when the attendant at the counter calls out to you. You quickly sign the remaining papers and hand them to her.

"It will be just one minute sir." Once she looks over all the paper, she places a red bracelet, like the ones used at bars around your wrist and allows you to board the plain.

Once you board, you see you friend Tyler and his wife further back.