There is only so much Styx can carry, after all. So after taking the blackberry, hotel soap and everything in the minibar there's no place to put anything else.

"Congratulations." He opens his arms in an expansive shrug. "I'm glad it's, ah, 'cool'?" What does cool mean?

"What? You know those voices too? They are the worst, right? You seem a little young to have used Amber though." he squints.

"So tell me, what is this place? Nothing here makes any goddamed sense."