Turns out Wally’s fine with crowds, just as long as he can observe them from a quarter-mile away and has plenty of fried pickles! Good job, Rache!
I’d feel a lot better about this “ending”, though, if TB hadn’t gone and posted on his blog these strips, dated next November, where Rachel is still trying to get Wally to deal with re-entering civilian life.
Son of Stuck Funky 
