Garfield awoke to lasagna cooling on the windowsill. As he leapt for it, the dish became a glowing portal. He fell into the Pantry Between Worlds, a realm of pasta stars and marinara comets, guarded by a giant oven-mitt knight. To reach the Heart of Lasagna, he had to pass the Trial of the Layer—balance cheese and sauce, want and restraint. He calmed a raging Crumbstorm with memories of warm buttered toast, then chose one perfect noodle over thousands from the Legion of the Al Dente. At the summit, the Heart asked what he sought. “To eat well and nap often,” he said. Asked the opposite of hunger, Garfield replied, “Being held.” The Heart granted him a slice, the taste of pure home. Back in his kitchen, he surprised Jon by saving a piece “for later.” Monday slunk away. Garfield slept, glowing faintly, the Heart’s beat echoing in his dreams.