"New York, actually," he admits, as if it's sort of embarrassing to need heated tiles in New York. But then again, Scratch knows Alan's a loser. Still, he gives a wince and then laughs at his own expense.

Though he supposes, technically the body that he exists in was created there in Washington, in that stupid lake everyone's so obsessed with.

"Washington is ... Sort of where my life derailed a bit."