"I am not on drugs," Miles says hotly, and a beat later he coughs. "Alright, I -- did actually imply that I am, but that's because this is so bizarre to me that the only logical explanation is a hallucination. So."

Miles drags the nearest chair and sits astride it backwards, resting his arms on the back. "When you look at it like that, this is as about as sober as I'm going to get. So please, explain to me at least what this place is." His eyes brighten and sharpen. "You can quiz me on it afterward."