No...dead chickens. [He reaches for the cup of lukewarm tea he has on the coffee table and brings it to his lips. It's one of those very frightening moments where he realizes he could lose this--this comfortable presence, this lazy banter--in the blink of an eye. But the fear doesn't last long. This moment, he has it.

He misses Dawn.]

It's time for the new feathers. Jack said we should set out on a voyage, in case any landed in the ocean.