Between his illness and that flood, Number 6's delivery of this is far more delayed than he would have liked. But, as they say, better late than never. He knocks on the door to Gaeta's residence with a brown paper-wrapped package tucked under his arm.

"It's Mr. Starr. I have your prosthetic leg for you to try. I'd like to see if the final measurements are correct. May I come in?"