At that very moment, just as his ass touched the chair, two amazing things happened: first, there was yet another letter-terrorist attack with three huge A-K-A combinations smashing through the (virtual) walls and crushing everybody to death. Everybody but Golam. That was the second thing that had happened: the split-nanosecond before the letter-terrorist attack came crashing through, he had been launched into the underground tomb of the City's Grand Arcade and was now walking in the depths of what seemed like somebody else's memory palace.