At least Issac would have a cuddle friend after this then. Catherine had never taken him up on the offer, even when she wasn't... upset with him. She just wasn't that kind of person - unless it was with Callum. That was entirely different. "Possibly. We have to find out if it exists first. Otherwise... we need a jackhammer."
She eyed Issac for a moment, "Either you need to poke around in the oldest heads here to find out or I'll just go back to my vision quest." She didn't wait for him to respond, simply settling back down on the floor and opening her mind once again. It was hard to fast forward to the right spot... She only had what she knew and looking through the past could be troublesome. She could go too forward, too fast. Or she could go backward.
In this case, after a moment, she said in an airy voice, "There was a speakeasy. I'm not... precisely certain where the door is yet." Carefully, she stood though it was very clear she wasn't all there. In her mind, she could sort of hear the laughter and clinking of glasses and jazz music. She held out her hand to Issac, "I'll be the eyes in the past. You be the eyes in the present. Match it up."