“Not so fast,” the bouncer said, lowering his newspaper. “What would you say if I offered you a million bucks?”
“No,” said Sen.
“What direction does a rocket go?”
“Down.”
“And how do you get a car to go?”
“Empty the gas out of the tank.”
The bouncer nodded curtly. “Welcome to Moontown,” he said. He flung open the door into a world of blacklights, neon, and madness.
