"Well, that's a relief," Luther said, turning to look down the corridor at the doors that lined both sides, counting them idly and imagining where, if anywhere, all of them might go. However, even if one of those doors lead to paradise, he wasn't the sort that could trust it. "I think I'll have to be a bit more cautious now. No more running through doors willy nilly in this place."

"London," he said, remembering yet again that for all that had happened, it was still a first meeting and he had manners to attend to. He gave Joan a bit of a smile. "I had some friends go to New York once. They said it was plenty like London, but I've never been myself. You ever go to London?"