What Dave was dreaming during his coma

Apparently, while we were all hanging on David's every breath, he was hallucinating that he was hanging out at Columbus Circle with Mrs. Major and Minor Scales. I was there, too, he says.  If he has to remember something about that period, let it be Mrs. Scales, I say.

He was in pretty good shape today. I noticed that he has recovered his signature floating walk. He says he is beginning to pace the halls to prevent atrophy, and feels he is being kept like an exotic pet.  That, in my view, is a sign of returning health.  This is a man who one month ago was trying to open his eyes.