“That’s certainly vivid,” I noted, at a loss for more.

She beamed at me. “Right? Oh, if you’re looking for Dr. Crankshaft, he’s probably in the back working on the Hippocampus.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s--” she abruptly stopped, her grin widening. “Actually, you just gotta see it for yourself.”

“I see,” I said, pursing my lips. “Thank you.”

I cautiously proceeded through the maze of junk...