“You sure as hell did.” James lifted the third or forth tiny vial, and looked like he was downing it. But only a few drops slid back into his throat, and that seemed like a great effort. A few of the creatures even became brown and white for a moment—a sign they were impressed. “It sucks up there. Every indication is my friends are all dead, or will be. Even I died for no reason. But this place…” He leaned back in his chair, adjusting his hat. “It seems perfect. Don’t be in a hurry to leave it behind.”