If there was one good thing about being a garbage man, it was that you only had to do it a couple of times a week. It was a gross tiresome, stupid job, but mostly it left him with enough free time to wander the island enough to get bored of it. It was in looking for something to do within his bungalow that he noticed a man outside. Then he realized who that man was and nearly tripped all over himself to run out and meet him. He threw the door open and stumbled out, he had seen this man in pictures, in several different stages of his life.
He stumbled out the door and almost fell on his face. Once he finally re-caught his balance, he stared at the man, not entirely sure how to address him. He had never called anyone 'grandpa' or 'grandfather', hell, he was just getting use to calling people Mum and Dad.
"Uh... Mr. Tonks?" He called out to the familiar man.