Roughly an hour later, a police siren wails. Emil Vachon is led into the back of a squad car by a Hong Kong police officer and the door is slammed behind him. More officers lead the Triads in handcuffs to the back of a van. Misty and Colleen stroll through the gathering of cops, Misty looking much more pleased than Colleen.

"So, as I knew it would, the Hong Kong authorities have agreed to pay us and our own authorities are none the wiser," she explains.

"And, once again, we were almost killed," Colleen sneers.

"One of these days, you'll admit how fun this is," Misty throws her arm around her.

"Maybe," Colleen allows a slight smile, "So what about him?," Colleen nods in the direction of Danny who stands overlooking the harbor.

"That was really weird. How'd he do that thing with the car?"

"My grandfather used to tell me about Eastern martial artists who would train themselves to the point where they could perform supernatural feats. In the past, I didn't believe it."

"And now?"

"Well, we live in a world where aliens have invaded New York and a man can turn into a big green monster. I suppose we'll have to believe anything from now on."

"Let's go talk to him," Misty and Colleen approach Danny.

"We never got a chance to introduce ourselves. I'm Misty Knight and this is Colleen Wing. We run Knight-Wing Restorations. It's a private investigation agency in case you were wondering what we were doing, going after a drug smugler."

"Daniel Rand. Pleased to meet you both."

"Those were some moves, Mr. Rand," Colleen begins, "Where did you learn those techniques?"

"Uh... Here in Hong Kong."

"Including the thing where your fist explodes and you punch a car?," Misty asks.

"You saw that?," Danny's eyes dart back and forth.

"We sure did."

"I thought you were still inside."

"We weren't... So...?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that," Danny throws his bags over his shoulder, "At any rate, I probably need to get going."

"Where are you headed?," Colleen asks.

"New York."

"We're going to New York as well," she takes a look at Danny's clothes, which are not typical modern wear, "Do you have a way to get there?"

Danny hesistates and then speaks, "I don't have a ticket yet."

"Do you have a way to buy one?," Misty asks.

"I'll uh, have to figure that one out. I do have a passport... which is actually kind of old," a more serious expression crosses his face.

"Maybe we can help you since you helped us out quite a bit today."

Colleen leans toward Misty, "What are you doing?".

"We wouldn't have gotten Vachon if it wasn't for him," she whispers, "We owe him that much."

"But how much can we trust him?"

"We're just helping the man get home. What's the harm? Besides, he's kinda cute."

Colleen rolls her eyes, "He's not bad, I guess."

"I can hear your conversation," Danny speaks up.

"Okay, so let's get a move on it," Misty rushes Colleen away with Danny following.

In the distance, Davos watches silently.

Soon, they are farther into the city, walking down a crowded sidewalk. Davos follows from a safe distance, gazing around at the neon signs, roaring vehicles, and loud music. "This is what the outside world has become?," he grumbles. Misty and Colleen march Danny to a small restuarant, "First, let's get something to eat." Davos watches them go inside and looks around for food of his own. A fish market sits nearby. An old lady sits behind her stand, haggling with a few customers on the price of her fish. A hand slips in, retrieving a salmon without being noticed. Davos sits down in a nearby alley and begins to eat it raw.

Howard Meachum walks briskly down the hall with a short, pudgy, balding man in glasses trying to keep up. This is Jeryn Hogarth.

"I want the company to go public, Mr. Hogarth," Meachum tells him, "There's no reason we can't work this out. Let's compromise here. You're a lawyer, can't you find a loophole?"

"The Rands were very clear on this," Jeryn tells him, "In the case of their deaths, you would, essentially be the acting CEO of Rand-Meachum until Daniel Rand reached adulthood. At which point, the company would be handed over to him. He would be the only person who could authorize something like this."

"Mr. Hogarth... Jeryn, how long have you worked for this company?," Meechum asks.

"About twenty years."

"And in the past,... let's say ten years,... how many members of the Rand family have you seen in this building?"

"They may be gone, but the Rands were good people. You know they were. They had a vision for this company and part of that vision included not having the company go public. They deserve that."

"Hey, I miss them as much as you, but we need to move on. Obviously, Daniel Rand is not around to run this company, so I shouldn't need his approval for anything."

"Do you even realize the function of a last will and testament?"

"C'mon, can't we find some way around this? This will be great for the company. You could benefit form this just as much as I would."

"Once again, Howard, I am the representative of the Rand Estate," Jeryn tells him, "The Rands' will and testament was airtight. I should know. I drafted it."

"So when is the statute of limitations on this thing?"

"Another five years."

"And then?"

"Then, as the CEO of Rand-Meechum, you can do whatever you like."

"Well, unless Daniel Rand somehow walks through those doors sometime in the future, I can look forward to running my own damn company."

Meachum storms off, leaving Hogarth behind.