“Just like the rest of us,” Palamede echoes. “I really do think that must be true. Whatever mechanism brought us here—I’d call it a theorem, but even doing that requires making more assumptions than I’m comfortable with—must also draw these things of ours. There must be a veritable web of connections crossing dimensions and universes—“ He grins and shakes his head. “But I’m getting ahead of myself. Can I see inside?”

Pal doubts that he could get a read on an entire building all at once. He needs to focus on some portion of it, some detail he can isolate.