Freddie Jr. is actually brought along on trips by FTers, who pass him off to each other once in a while. Spiff is Freddie's current guardian. But "nobody owns Freddie," he says in only semi-mock religious tones. "He belongs to us all."

"This thing has been around the world in 80 days 30 million times," asserts Zoe, her hand around what I guess would be Freddie's shoulder. At the end of what passes for our "night," a band of the faithful (plus me, the interloper) climb a monument-bearing hill overlooking Reykjavik bay and take a memorial photo of Freddie Jr. looking noble against the setting of sunset-pink clouds.