"They know how to live. Here, let me." He picked up a second sponge and began scrubbing her back in turn. "How does it feel?"
"Maybe this is heaven."
"Hope we didn't have to die to get here. But hang on. I've got a feeling the fun is just beginning."
He splashed her off with one of the pails, then watched as she gingerly climbed down into the wooden tub.
"Michael, where do you think we are?" She sighed as the steam enveloped her. "This has got to be Japan, but where?"
"Got a funny feeling I know." He was settling into the water beside her. "But if I told you, you'd probably think I'm hallucinating." Above the tub, he suddenly noticed yet another video camera.
As they lay soaking, the koto music around them abruptly stopped, its poignant twangs disappearing with an electronic click.
"Are you finding the accommodations adequate?"
The voice was coming from a speaker carefully integrated into the raw cypress ceiling.
"All things considered, we'd sooner be in Philadelphia." Vance looked up.