The Bachelor was more dumbstruck to see his older self in the same kitchen thirty years later.

Neither of the men spoke. There was something wrong – something not quite right about the old man. He was still handsome and still well dressed, though in strange fashions. But there was also a stoop, a resignation, a smell of pine and an air of ennui. The Bachelor was not a bachelor anymore.

"I know what you’re thinking," said the old man, "Because I had those thoughts when I stood there. It’s not that bad. I’ve – you’ve – had a good life. But I won’t say too much. You’d best get back to the others."

The Bachelor vanished and the old man was left alone.