Wolfgang Grimmer--Monster--Bar
A tall, thin, blond man walks into the bar.
He's got a myriad of bandages, and a barely noticeable limp, but he's smiling. (As usual.)
For once, though, he's got a decent reason to smile. He loves stories that get happy endings, even if he has to sacrifice to make it that way.
A life on the run is what he's facing, voluntarily; but he's relatively sure he'll never have to fear a police siren in Milliways.
So: Mr. Grimmer passes through the bar and flops on the grass out back, laying on his back and smiling up at the clouds.
Really, it's a great day for cloud interpretation. And for company.
Come join him?