bright light city

Whoa. Vegas? I don't remember going to sleep in Vegas.

I think I've just found myself with a roommate.

Right then. Let's try that again.

John Constantine. You lot are a fascinating bunch, aren't you? The old weirdness magnet is working overtime, that's for sure.

Finally have a complaint with this place. Do you know how annoying it is to order my cigarettes from England? It's fucking inconvenient, to say the least.

Whoever this Zenner Corp is they are far more powerful than one would imagine. I suppose after four days of failed escape attempts I should at least branch out.

There are others here... I can smell you... how peculiar.

A limitless credit card seems like such little payment for one's freedom. This is... rather inconvenient.

I hope I'm doing this right. Is anyone out there?

On the plus side, the accomodations have improved. On the minus, it doesn't look like we'll be tunneling our way out of this.