"Well, seein' as how I ain't worked it out yet," the Dodger responded, "its a surprise fer both of us." He grinned, turning to face her, running backwards for a few paces as he laughed before facing the right way again. He turned right sharply, then straight for another while, and then left. Within a short time - all things considered - they near a run-down looking street, but there's music pounding from all around them. His grin widens.

"I reckon right here is where we're lookin' for."