Alan nodded as he heard about the 'deal' and he couldn't help but smile a little. It made sense, after all. He knew the folks at the brownstone, and while they were all people who wanted to help, to connect with him, most of them tended towards the pushier methods of handling issues that seemed to need work. Plus, Scott didn't have the history with Sand that most of them did. Sand could start fresh without anyone thinking of him as a bouncing teenager... or Wesley's shadow.

"You know, I've wondered if Sand might not have been one of you folks before the accident ever happened," Alan admitted as he listened to Scott talk. "After all, the gun might explain the transformation into sand, but it doesn't explain the connection he has with the planet itself. Doesn't explain a lot of things, honestly. But I've never known enough about the whole thing to do much more than wonder about it."

He shrugged.

"Idle musing. All the same, we should probably go looking for them. I'm sure you want to get your hand on those files" since he'd seen how interested Scott had been in them, "and check in on the little girl."