"Probably the latter," Damien decides. For all that it trails off into the Void, it stands to reason, somehow, not to mention, "Most of the kids running around, here, are from Japan, albeit various incarnations, so ... " It would be easy for this place to have stolen something from one of them.

He shrugs, rather than finishing that statement, and then half-turns, glancing back towards the rest of civilization. When he returns his attentions to her, it's with a wry smile, and he admits, "But the -- hotel, apartment complex, whatever you want to call it? The Merlaut? It's from Chicago, and in that case, it was just a hotel."