I don't understand. I was just in Los Angeles. How did I wind up in Vegas? Why am I here? What are these devices? I've never seen anything like this before.
Actually, nevermind. I don't care. I just need to get home. Now. Please.
I've been worse places. Not being able to leave is frustrating, to say the least, but I'm nothing if not adaptable. The tattoo makes me wonder if these Zenner people are involved with whatever Peter was doing with the compass.