[ WP ] Years after all planes and ships are retired due to the perfection of long-distance teleportation , a derelict vessel shows up in what used to be a harbor .

`` What is it, sir?'' 
 
 `` I'm not sure Private.'' 
 
 A crowd had begun to gather in what was once, largely unbeknownst to the crowd, a harbour. A very strange event had happened there recently. A large hunk of metal had drifted into the bay. It was shaped like a bullet and was painted completely grey. It had a flat deck on top, with a large structure that had a row of blackened windows, and a large grey sphere on top. 
 
 `` I think I can help with that'' 
 
 An old man with round spectacles and a leather briefcase pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to approach the two soldiers. 
 
 `` That, Seargent Collins, is the HMS Trapper.'' 
 
 `` Excuse me, but who are you, and how do you know my name.'' 
 
 `` I'm from MI5, and we have been waiting a long time for this.'' 
 
 All of a sudden, a hydraulical door on the side of the boat began to open with a loud metallic churn. The old man turned to face the door, as a man jumped out onto the cold stone tiles of the dock. He was the spitting image of the old man. He began to talk in a near whisper/ 
 
 `` Hello Rhodri.'' 
 
 `` David.'' 
 
 The old men stood awkwardly for a few moments, staring at the damp slippery floor, before finally looking each other in the eyes. 
 
 `` Oh, Dave.'' Rhodri pulled David into a bearhug, about as quickly and strongly as a man of his age could muster. `` I've missed you.'' 
 
 `` I've missed you too, brother.''
