"Yeah, you could say that. I dropped in just a few days before everything went to hell." In the literal sense instead of the usual metaphorical one. There had probably been plenty of metaphorical comments about monsters or demons running loose around the city too; Neal wondered what some of his friends would think if they ever knew that somewhere that nightmare had come to life. And Neal hadn't wandered out on his own and gotten himself killed. Go figure.
"Ehhh," Neal teetered his hand back and forth a bit as he considered the question. "I'm still figuring that out, but there's enough missing that I know it's not really New York, but it's enough of the same that it's a close second." Some of his favorite places were still here -- like the park and the museum he'd just walked through a short while ago. A lot was gone too, though, and it seemed to revolve around accommodations. A part of him wondered if some of Mozzie's old safe houses were in tact. Maybe not on the inside, but the buildings themselves since half of them were abandoned warehouses, not hotels or homes.
Neal smiled. "I guess you could say nothing will hold up to the real thing." The accent had more or less given him away, but he nodded at the mention of England. "I've been to London once or twice, but I confess that I never spent too much time in Britain."