"Seattle," Max said. "Born and raised." He shrugged. He had no real love for the city. Not after what happened to him there. He was just as glad to be out of Seattle, out of the states entirely. Or at least, out of the world in which he'd been living, where vampires ruled and he couldn't die. Well, he could. But not easily.
He'd built a decent life, being the warden of Loveland. Until the carpet got ripped out from under him. Now he was here, and he wasn't entirely sure what to make of the Plaza Hotel. It was an interesting place, to be sure. Current landscape not withstanding.
"Do you think this stuff is edible?" He snapped a flower off the ground, bright and shiny, and looked good enough to eat. Max give it a cursory look, as if he thought the answers to all the questions in the universe might be found on its sticky surface.