Fred is lost in thought, remembering the past. He doesn’t quite hear the man outside the plane calling to him.
“Hey, bud, what are you doing up there?” says the man.
“Hey, you! What are you doing in that airplane?” he repeats. Fred snaps out of his reverie and climbs out of the plane.
“I used to work in one of those,” says Fred to the man.
“Reviving old memories, huh?” says the man.
“Or maybe getting some of ’em out of my system,” replies Fred.
“Well, take your last look,” says the man. “We’re breaking ’em up.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re the junkman,” says Fred. “You get everything sooner or later.”
“This is no junk,” says the man. “We’re using this material for building prefabricated houses.”
Fred thinks for a moment. “You don’t need any help, do you?” he asks.
“Out of a job?” asks the man.
“That’s it,” says Fred.
“I see,” says the man.