"It's a place, more than an amusement park," Cash explains, a finger tracing idle squiggles on Luke's arm. "But I guess most folks would call it that. It's in New York, where I lived before I got involved in the War. There's carnival rides, roller coasters, an aquarium, all kinds of stuff."

He'd only visited a few times, thanks to his line of work, but each occasion had made an impression on him. His smile is fond, half of Luke and half of the memories of the ocean and all those happy faces around him.

"It's on the ocean front." A thought occurs to him. "You know, I hear the fancy holodecks on this ship can simulate a lot of things. Maybe Coney Island's one of 'em."