The next day, I did something I’d been intending for some time: I went back to the restaurant where I’d had that memorable meal, and asked to speak to the manager. At the mention of “GaIA,” he was only too happy to direct me to a little office in the secret medical research facility in the basement.

The brass plaque on the door read “Dr. R. A. Philo Voor.” I knocked, and a muffled voice said, “Come in!” I opened the door and stepped into a very cluttered environment.

The first thing I saw upon entering was a whiteboard hung on one wall, which appeared to contain the left-overs of multiple brainstorming sessions. Most of them were half-erased or scribbled over, but I could just make out “People Bismol,” “Gizzard Wizard,” and, circled and with a star next to it, “Tummy Buddy.” Next to the board hung a T-shirt with a “Baby On Board” style sign ironed onto it. However, this sign read “Guest In Intestine.”

Well, at least I knew I’d come to the right place.