"And last I knew," Sonia noted, "I went to sleep in Colombia...and woke up here."

There was a faint pause.

"This place is much nicer than Colombia."

Not a hard to reach goal, that one.

She slid off the bed, though, still wrapped in the sheet (she'd just wear the sheet, if she could; these were really nice sheets), to help him in his search. "I wonder whose place this is," she said. "It reminds me of my sister Gloria's house," and she hesitated to mention that, lest the devil herself appear, "but her dog is not that cute."