"Holland," March says in direct response to that, fairly deadpan despite his inner response.

There's people from space here. There's people from the future here. There's a viking running around and several victorian guys off in their own little world angsting about existentialism with the exception of Hickey, who's groovy. He doesn't think he's met anyone who's met a god before, though.

Damn.

Arthur's life kind of sucks. It's also kind of cool. Not that he wants it to happen to him, just, objectively. Cool.