"The Caesar is not a simple ship," he declared, his voice booming with authority. "It is tethered to those it has served. If you return to the real world from here, your subconscious will remember the path. When you sleep again, you will return to the Casino."
Inside, he was screaming a prayer to the ship's core: Please let that be true. Please don't let my precious customers vanish forever.
"Oh, that makes perfect sense, right?" Garrison laughed, slapping a hand against his knee. "I have to admit, Joker, this is by far the most amusing night I've had in ages. See you guys tomorrow!"
"Thanks for the chance, Sir Joker."
"The drinks were legendary! I'm telling everyone about this place."
Alley paused at the railing, looking back. "By the way... can we bring friends with us?"
Thomas felt a headache blooming. He momentarily pictured the heroes trying to coordinate a group sleep session back in the real world and suppressed a shudder.
