[ Neal is a peacock. He likes looking at people, and he very much likes being looked at. He notices Elijah watching him, and he can't help himself--he preens. ]

It's no Côte d'Azur--but where is?

[ A faint smile. ] The only thing I can say with any certainty, if we're dealing with geography that's in any way familiar, which at this point I find to be a pretty big if--is that we're somewhere in the northeastern United States. Which is entirely useless in terms of telling us how to get home.