"Yeah," R nodded. He tried to think of something to say, something more positive than "that's about all the friends I have". A name came up out of the Dead murk, R latching onto it. "Maybe...ask...How-ward? He's...smart."

Really smart. This was the guy who made a bunch of traps in Disneyland and survived for as long as he did. R was dead certain if there was anyone who could help Orc out, it was Howard.