"Familiarity doesn't seem to have anything to do with it," Corosa said. "I've asked the natives here. They don't know what I'm talking about. I don't think it's a physical place, or maybe it's not in the city, it's...."

He trailed off once he realized exactly how insane he was starting to sound. He sighed, hung his head, pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think of a way to explain that wouldn't make him sound like a nutcase.

"They're... the people, here." He made a vague gesture upwards. "They're keeping someone prisoner. I want to try and help him. But I have to find out where he is, and..." A frown, now. "I can't go indoors."