Sometimes a girl would just like to know that where she goes to sleep is going to be where she wakes up. That the world isn't going to completely change around her overnight. And not in a sort of weird philosophical way, I'd like for it to actually not completely switch-up.

Or failing that, be real New York.

As it is, what I've got is... I have no idea. It's pretty swank.

"Hell-oo?" I venture, sitting up. "Ghosts and/or kidnappers?"

Weird coma voyage? It could be a weird coma voyage. I cross to a wall and press my fingertips against it, pulling just enough to see if they hook on, if I stick to things again.

They just kind of slide down the wall.

"Well, that's disappointing."