. . . and now I seem to be in Seattle, in Cryptess and Richard's. Ahoy and stuff. The trees here are gorgeous, and Cryptess is wasting time doing something called "math", and Richard is being "practical". What strange voodoo camp have I gotten myself into? There are weird magics, and I'm not sure if I'll ever stop being sleepy. Whatta drive!!
Or am I sleepy? Fact is, I'm not sure.