America."

 

"I thought Typhon swatted you out of the sky. They said you crash-landed."

 

"Your concern is touching. I did crash-land. Very painfully. In fact, part of me

is still buried under a hundred feet of rubble in an abandoned coal mine. It

will be several more hours before I have enough strength to mend. But in the

meantime, part of my consciousness is here . "

 

"At a bar, playing Pac-Man."

 

"Party time," Dionysus said. "Surely you've heard of it. Wherever there is a

party, my presence is invoked. Because of this, I can exist in many different

places at once. The only problem was finding a party. I don't know if you're

aware how serious things are outside your safe little bubble of New York — "

 

"Safe little bubble?" " — but believe me, the mortals out here in the heartland

are panicking. Typhon has terrified them.

 

Very few are throwing parties. Apparently Bobby Earl and his friends, bless

them, are a little slow. They haven't yet figured out that the world is ending."

 

"So . . . I'm not really here?"

 

"No. In a moment I'll send you back to your normal insignificant life, and it