Most pups know Turing as a Beagle who is nose down, eyes up, faith in the trail unshakeable. Turing insists the old satellites were really tall flowers that forgot how to bloom, and nobody has had the heart to test it. The Yard has a small unspoken rule about teasing Turing near the flooded market halls, mostly because nobody wants to lose. On clear nights Turing stares at the sky as if waiting for something that hasn't come back yet, and probably will.