Miki is doing something similar. He's still in leather and fur, and still carrying a big club and a boomerang, long hair tied back off his face.

He's a long way out from the Cooper farm, and he's circling it. Has been for a couple of weeks, a slightly wider circle each time; he's got a wife to find out here.

At sight of another human -- something getting rarer -- he lifts a hand to wave, cheerily.