still here, here again with sam. this time sam offers me a can of pringles, but in reality it's a can of little cans, of cat food. he remembers the cats. he wanted a picture of him and his constitution booklet, but i haven't made a physical picture in eons. this time bear barely notices the big bear, and doesn't bark at all. she's fascinated by sam's cornucopia of delectables, dazzled so that she can't focus on one thing and just gazes in wonder as if she's dreaming.