Today's one of the better days: Gaeta made it downstairs, took Gogo for a walk, and managed to force down some soup. (Bar insisted it be French onion soup in a bread bowl, just to make sure he got a slightly more complete meal. He didn't object.)

He's at a table not too far away, Gogo dozing next to his chair. All at once, the dodo untucks its beak from beneath its wing and straightens up.

Hey. He remembers that guy! That guy's the one who named him!