Mon Dieu!
Emile... est levé!

While we had last heard of the death of Emile in a fiery plane crash between Arrogance, France and Manipulation, Germany we have had miraculous news from the broken crust of the plane debris. A forward thinking plastic surgeon, worried of non-payment, had implanted a Global Positioning Device deep in the throat of Emile. A concerned Belgian public and worldwide fan base watched with amazement on webcasts as the GPD was tracked, in a slow crawling movement as Emile, a bedraggled Phoenix rising from the burning fuselage, emerged from the wreckage and began the slow crawl home to his beloved Belgium.

Nothing a few pain killers and another few plastic surgeons couldn't mend!
It was a long crawl to Bruxelles. The ticket tape parade, like no other in Belgian history, was supreme.

Once given the okay by the phalanx of surgeons, Emile boarded (with great trepidation) an Airbus A380 and returned to the land in which he had left (part of) his heart, San Francisco.