Exploring was in Gobo's blood. It's what he does, and he's never happiest as he is when he's putting down new pathways on a map. That's what had him out in some uncharted- to him -territory today, extending far past the Duckburg he was coming to accept as a second home. Accustomed to the dim underground, he paused every now and then to map his progress, though it was on one pitstop that he head a strange sound up ahead. Huh, looked like the tunnel he was in led to another, larger one, and whatever it was was coming from there. He crept forward to investigate-

And was momentarily blinded by a flashlight. Wincing away some, he tried to blink away the spots now floating in front of his eyes. That scruffle that reached in though, that was a familiar hand and he laughed, looking up, though he still couldn't quite see.

"Della?"