Of course it's a nice place, it's mine!

[ He said, affronted. Like that was to be suspect? He even held a hand to his chest, before he settled back in, and sipped his drink. It was Absinthe, because he was that kind of pretentious. ]

But if you must know, I've kidnapped you to give everyone a touch of a scare, not debate science. I'm afraid I'm rubbish at those sorts of things, now literature...