[Eddie, still recovering from his injuries and dazed from pain medication, doesn't notice the dog tied to his doorknob for a good hour or so because he's not watching the monitors. Eventually, a neighbor buzzes his intercom and he wanders out to find the nervous, circling dog at his feet. He stands there in his doorway, arm in a sling, bandages covering most of his hands, arms and face like some kind of beat-up noir hardboiled detective before kneeling and putting his free hand out for her to sniff.
If you asked the drag queens watching and chatting from the hallway, they'd tell you it took about thirty seconds tops before she was nuzzling the palm of his hand and whining for food. Hours later, they're seen walking around the quiet, elderly part of town. Eddie isn't supposed to leave his apartment in his condition, but (the newly named) Matilda is a good enough excuse as any.]