Maecenas recognised the expression that crossed Barry's face, he'd felt the same look on his own, or rather, on Barry's, as if it were his- this was giving him a headache. He shook his head slightly at the question. A happy memory it definitely was not.

"There were happy memories, as well..." he explained, thinking back on the snippets of life he'd seen. Barry had been so charmingly awkward, it was almost sweet, if Maecenas was the type of person who found these things sweet.

"I have no idea, so little about this place makes sense to me, this is just another in a long line of strangeness." he had tried to write a poem about it, but he'd found he didn't have the right words to express what this place was like.