Nolan had decided to scope out a seat while his wife, Ginger, was looking at the buffet. Ginger was now expecting their fourth child - if you had told Nolan a few years ago that he would have not one, but FOUR children someday, he wouldn't have believed it. And it sounded like Ginger wasn't going to stop there.

At least Scarlett had finally stopped terrorizing her younger brother Clay. In fact, he'd caught them playing the other day...progress!

As he sat down at the table, tossing his coat over the chair next to him to save a seat for Ginger, his eyes fell upon...Merlin, was that the young Fletcher boy?! Merlin he had gotten old...but then again, so had Nolan.

"Hello Mister Fletcher! How're you doing?" he asked him happily as he sat down.