<blockquote>“We’ve just gone up through the third storey,” says Carlos. He rasps one hand down the lovingly close-shorn stubble on his firm, beautiful jaw. “We’ve just gone up through a storey of your building that isn’t even there.”
“The disappearance is really more of an advertising stunt than anything,” agrees Cecil. The elevator pings. “But long live Night Vale, that’s what I say. Long live the capitalist hegemony! Would you like some dinner, while you’re here?”</blockquote>
