There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

The door opening is pretty sweet. Iggy unfolds himself from the car.

"Sometimes it takes a while to find one you vibe with," Iggy says about the therapist. "But you will." He's aware that things do take time.

The ride up in the elevator is pleasant. Iggy holds Dick's hang and watches the world fall away, smiling. He keeps smiling until they're in the restaurant and being seated. Then his expression freezes a moment before he recovers and looks to Dick's face.

"This is nice," he says, ignoring the fact that a dead guy is standing by a table several feet away. It's not like anyone else can see him, after all.