He shrugged. "No one seems to know anything about the places I'm familiar with. I went to the Paris Institute of the Extraordinary. Paris has to exist in your world. I refuse to believe otherwise." Tarvek smiled wryly. Sturmhalten was one thing, a small city in the mountains, but Paris?
He moved to peer at the computer. "Oh, it's like the message things, but bigger," he said, considering. "Some sort of thinking engine?" Of course, it couldn't be as annoying as Castle Heterodyne. Few things in the world were...