Wrench watches for that flicker of recognition as if by instinct. He's surprised — though definitely not disappointed — that it comes and goes so quickly. No stumble, no apology, no looking around for the quickest route the hell out of there. It's a nice change of pace. It's also all the more reason to size the man up, though knowing that he's a friend of Wanda's goes a long way toward resolving things.

At least for a moment, until Wrench realizes that he can actually place the face after all. Not because he and Henry have ever met, but because he's seen that face in a vision. It was a long while back and now it feels even longer, but he's absolutely sure the man is the same. He curls his lips around a knowing smile and nods something like a greeting.

I'm Wrench. I didn't know him either. Guess it was more God stuff?