<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody has a drink with Sam</strong><br/><br/>More wondrous lights and objects filled Brody’s senses as he accompanied Sam to the bar. As he sat down, he commented “I think I could get used to this place. Very nice indeed.” Whoever built, designed, programmed, whatever, clearly had an eye for detail, he thought. His focus was brought back to same when the man ordered some drinks. Clears? What kind of a drink was that? No matter he would drink his drink and smile as his questions were sure to be answered if and when he was to ask any of Sam. Or indeed Sam of him.<br/><br/>When Sam went silent, Brody felt it was time to speak. “Thank you I think” he said in response to being welcomed. “Firstly what is going on? Where the hell am I? Why am I here? What is the Grid?” He said with a whisper as question upon question spilled out of his mouth. Not that anyone could hear. As Sam had said the place was all but empty.<br/>