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Tron doesn’t recognize this part of town and gives Sam’s waist a questioning squeeze. At a red light Sam tilts his head and says, “You’ll see.”

What he sees is a mostly empty street full of tall dark buildings. Sam parks the motorcycle and leads Tron down the street, around the corner, and into a shadowed alleyway. He starts counting the faded bricks.

“Sam?”

“Shhhh, before I lose count - ha!” He presses his hand on the wall and Tron jerks back as the bricks shift and grind against each other, pulling back to form an archway and revealing a plain door.

Sam hesitates just a bit and then pushes it open.

“It’s… bigger on the inside,” Tron hears himself say as he follows Sam into what is clearly a bar. The inhabitants, on the other hand…

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