Icarus is the sort of Dalmation who is a flicker of black and white that always knows the shortest line. Pups near the overgrown stadium rim say Icarus once stayed up all night arguing with a metal flower from the satellite field, and won. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Icarus and the way doors behave around them. Icarus keeps a private promise to leave nothing important undone before the next strange morning.