Sparkle glanced over Atton's way, not wanting to disturb the -- he wasn't sure what he was, but he was green and half-dressed and tattooed and he had one arm slung around Sparkle's middle, and that was good enough for him -- and he gave a soft whistle.

"I'm going to ask a stupid question," he warned, "because I haven't got a friggin' clue. But where are we and how did we wind up here?"

Because this was awesome, no matter how many bricks it felt like somebody had crammed into his skull.