[He laughs a little.] Please tell me they're not having you do more than color the walls.

[Steve remembers those art classes, Buck. The shock and sorrow are starting to wear away into disbelief - sheer, delighted disbelief. He takes a half-step back, absorbing the sight of his best friend in the context of this place. Whatever he was feeling before about finding himself in a world between life, death, and dreaming, now all he feels is that he can take anything that comes.] Three weeks. You know much more about the city than what they told us?