[He'll find Overhaul on the beach, what little of it there is -- it's more like a small littoral of rocks and tide, poor excuse for a beach only vaguely underlined with a token strip of wet sand. There's not much room, but the cliffs also completely block the view from the planetarium.

And it's just Overhaul, stepping out of the shadows, or perhaps out of the cliff face itself; there's an opening there, if you look real hard -- but it's equally hard to say if it was there a few minutes ago. He's in his usual shirt and tie worn for trials and executions, complemented this time by a forest-green jacket with an odd, fluffy purple collar. Fashion, fashion.]

I'm sure we've got plenty to discuss. Got something to show you, too.

[A tilt of his head towards the strange new doorway in the cliff, and then Overhaul lopes back into it, disappearing from view.]