I awoke some time later. Low wattage light bulbs flickered overhead, illuminating select areas of the... well, the place. Mack had no idea what this place was called, but, he reasoned, if The Dame didn't know about it, there probably was no good reason to divulge it.
The place was a museum of assorted junk. Giant coins, steel dinosaurs, enormous playing cards. Costumes. "Costumes." Mack picked himself up, dusted himself off and walked over to the costumes.
"It seems our Mr. Lester Argent lead an extraordinary life," he recognized it, "What a terrible name. What were his parents thinking?" His eyes ran over to the other costumes. "Well, isn't that something?"
At the far end of the room was something Mack had never seen before. A machine unlike anything in Queen City, perhaps, anything in the world. It took up the entire wall, in fact, there was no telling how far it back it went. It also radiated like a star. Large fans in the ceiling moved, not of their own power, but of thermal conductivity. Along the wall were blinking lights, some kind of large vacuum tube, bigger than any Mack had ever seen. Next Mack noticed a large row of switches and large panel filled with unlabeled buttons, followed lastly by enormous phonograph cylinders on a chain. Apparently, the cylinders marched into the back to let others in, judging by the large holes near the top and bottom.
"Oooh," said Mack, "What does this button do?" Behind a large rotating chair was a kind of stock ticker, that once again began ticking.. Mack grabbed the paper strip, and began reading.
Teddy looked up at the city skyline. It was always somewhat different from above. He froze from a bad memory and reminded himself that, "That's never happening again." He dodged into a nearby café to get some "coffee".
As he nursed the head on his, let's say, ice cold mocha latté, a man in a pinstriped suit sat down in front of him. "Teddy, you old sod, how long has it been?"
"Well Phil Mint, fancy running into you here."
"It's been ages, what have you been up to?"
"It's been months, at best, and accounting. Same as you, if I remember." Teddy noticed the "coffee" was slowly disappearing.
"Yes, well, I've recently gone into the, shall we say, private sector."
"We were in the private sector."
"Well good for you, I don't really care, anyway. I'm thinking of retiring anyway."
"Ah, well, fancy that. I was thinking of offering you a job."