"Now hold yer horses, Ms. Lily, panicking won't do you much," Lee said, placing his hands on the table now cleared of the tall menus. "It's not so bad anymore as when the first lost people came here, I heard. Right now there's this place called the Welcome Center, managed by a lovely lady named Millie. It's got a lot of things newcomers need, I hear, like lodging and food and classified ads. I don't know if anyone's made her answer metaphysics, though, and I don't know how long y'can stay there but I'm pretty sure she'll give you enough time to pull yourself together.
"Now as for ehh...them," Lee cleared his throat. He'd forgotten everything she'd asked him now, he can only remember so much, after all. "There's something else you gotta know about New York -- and that is that New York's got mighty fancy bulletin boards scattered all around her. Not sure how it happens, but you post a note on one bulletin board, it pops out in all other bulletin boards. Lots of lost people are using that for communication."