He looked over at a girl, a cop at her feet. “Mr. Blake. And...you...you are one of me...aren’t you? You follow the...gods...don’t you?” He put a hand in his pocket and tried to search her mind...but found he couldn’t. That was interesting.<br/><br/>“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. You felt the pull here too, didn’t you? What is this place? And what do you know about this arch?”