Jeremy stands in front of the spectacle, the synchronized lights and water, the jets shooting up hundreds of feet into the air, with a big grin on his face. In five years in Vegas he has not yet gotten tired of the Bellagio fountain, and right now? Seeing it here, a bit of home in this ... whatever it is, trip or hallucination or dream... oh yeah, that makes him smile.

"I try to get spots in front of it," he confides blithely to Wyatt Cain, "but man, talk about your primo real estate. Some guys camp out the night before to get a spot before the Fountains."

He cranes his head back, looking for the facsimile Eiffel Tower on the other side of the Strip, but of course it's not here. The Sanctuary is close, though.

He taps at Wyatt's arm, jerks his chin up towards the top of the white building where he arrived. "You really want the show sometime? Go watch it from up there."