Pneu-York is the kind of city that never sleeps. Gears always turning, steam always whistling, lightbulbs or light spells always on. Even the abandoned sectors, those run-down neighborhoods at the very edges of the city, even there the city’s in full swing, if you know where to look. I'll give you a hint: check the underground. Uptown folks need special permits to access the network of pipes and valves that power our urban machinery, but for those in the know, it's as easy as popping off a manhole cover and shimmying down the chute until you reach the second city, a seedier city, and within it a little hole-in-the-wall speakeasy known as Baba's. Which is, of course, where you all are now.