"Right, a Jungian metaphor, that was my next guess," Marco laughed. "Don't worry about it, Doc, I'm just fucking with you. But, uh... Yeah, I guess I like that." Now that it was explained, anyway. He had been a little caught up on why someone would put a staircase in the dark, and if this was really a dream or a story disguised as a dream. "But it still doesn't make being zeroed in on any better, you know?"
He flashed a smile in gratitude, since he'd flipped through the books that had been left in the study when Juno and Lennon had been brought in on his issue, and found the books there less than helpful. Not that he thought that Erran's books would help someone understand what they could be getting into with him, but it at least didn't talk about shoving spikes into his brain. "That's probably smart to have. But... I mean, so is music, so that's your call." He shrugged as he tried to think of what nostalgic stuff he might want, and even there he came up short. "I don't think I need to be reminded of any of that shit," he muttered. "Maybe I should just get something for Juno."