"How is a raven like a writing desk?"<br/><br/>Another giggle...<br/><br/>"You're in the Mad City. Do you truly expect things to make sense here?  There are no maps, but you will find plenty for sale in the Bizarre Bazaar...caveat empty."<br/><br/>Turning around, Vincent saw nothing but more bookshelves stretching off into the gloom.  There was no sign of the door he'd taken to enter this place.  But as he stood there, no doubt feeling a bit overwhelmed, the girl stomped her way over to a ladder and slid down it to the floor.<br/><br/>"Come along.  You may be my Uncle Charles for a while.  That will help, and I know where you can get a good cup of coffee.  But you must promise me something in return.  Have we a bargain, scholar?"