And I thought Blackpool was tacky. Vegas is where tacky goes to die, I swear. It's an elephant's graveyard of tacky.

Think of it as another Istanbul, down to the kidnapping and the fun and games with other people's property. And I should probably stop there before I say too much and Le Beau makes me do punishment laps of the house or something. And thanks for looking out for Manuel - the whole memory loss thing is a lot harder on him than he lets on.

One thing for sharing a room with Terry, Clarice and *shudder* Lee is I'm actually sleeping better. Even with the mall rat's snoring - you wouldn't believe something that small could make such enormous noises. I think Clarice is going to duct tape her mouth shut by the end of the week.

A.