Elfangor was let back into his room and thanked the nurse who brought him there. The smell of food was overpowering. He went back to his side of the room and turned to the plate of food. His roommate wasn't here, which was probably for the best.

The Andalite attacked his food, willingly allowing himself to be overpowered by the pleasure of taste. He had the feeling that no matter where he had been since he had disappeared he hadn't been eating properly. The food tasted as if it were a brand new sensation.

"Wonderful!" he said aloud in between bites.