Now this was curious. True, he hadn't actually talked to many people about the asylum - he'd assumed they'd all experienced it and didn't want to revisit it - but no one had indicated they'd heard of it before.
"Well," Jean-Paul said, tone turning more conversational now that they seemed to have moved past the potential battle stage, at least for the moment, "I was pretty heavily drugged at the time, but I think I remember seeing that name. It's East of the City, on its own little island."
He shrugged, folding his arms across his chest. "When I arrived here, I woke up in there. A lot of other people were there too, from all sorts of times and places. No one knew why, and then they just started letting us go. I take it you've heard of it before."