No scars to be had on this Miles, not where they're visible, anyway -- and even then, surprisingly few for a dead man revived. Not nearly as many as his older self. And, curiously, no cryo prep scars.

He gives his older self a slightly withering look over the rim of his cup. "I'd rather not talk about it. But by three months in I'd crawled my way out of Waste Disposal up to Personnel Officer and -- Beverage Dissemination Officer," he says with a look of profound amusement at his very official job title for being a bartender.

"We all did," he says, rubbing his forehead. "The second planet we came to -- Caducus Primary, a planet made almost entirely of glass. It was...something to see, really. Towering buildings that swayed slightly, looking like they might fall over, but always maintaining some weird balance. And the Caducans...some of them had a special gift with the glass. They could instill some kind of clairvoyance into it."

His hand goes to his throat again, that nervous tic, and he jerks up the collar of his uniform again unconsciously. "I saw myself, there. I saw -- you. Around thirty, civilian clothes, cryo prep scars. Just a flash, that was it. Damn near drove me crazy trying to figure out what could've happened."