"No more than it's the city of Meridian or the Tower of the Grigori..." Enoch sighed, feeling over the top of the strange garment for some sort of clasp, zipper, anything...when he finally found it he quickly worked to undo it. "The note they left us would have us believe where we came from is destroyed, but..."

He paused, grimacing at the thought. Suddenly the task of undressing and putting on his jeans was interesting enough to warrant his full attention. With his jeans on, he reached into his pocket to pull something in a clear sleeve out. Only then did he finish his sentence.

"...But I don't want to believe it."