<em>Yeah, no kidding,</em>I thought as she declared my outfit a trainwreck.  I was about to say that her hospitality was quite unnecessary, I just needed to know where my apartment was...and then she said something that first had me in confusion and then in...shall we say, not confusion.  "The...City?  Which one?  Okay, I'm not home, but..."  I went to the nearest window, it wasn't all that far away, and looked outside through the glass.  It was raining, not as heavy as it had been, but enough for any Hollywood director's liking.  Neon signs that looked like they belonged right at home in the 80s were set next door to brass-and-electric fixtures from another time period entirely.  The signs were all in English, but at turns were in Japanese or other languages, as well.<br/><br/>I looked back at Ingress, in what I could feel was a look of shock and despair on my face.  "Oh God.  This...<em>none</em>of this makes sense!"  I wanted to ask where I was, but I already knew that, even if I didn't understand it.  I remembered the coffee was still in my hand, and I took a drink to try and keep myself from saying more.