Yay! Gaja may or may not have bounced on the balls of his feet when Death decided to walk with him. Reaching up to adjust his scarf, the bird happily led the way back toward that park. There was just something about the clusters of trees and the leaves drifting so softly to the ground that caught his attention, making him glad to go back to it.

"I feel like I have some catching up to do," he explained as they walked. "You meet me when my memory is worst."