He lives in Union City, New Jersey. What a dump. I head to his place, ready for anything. Before I can knock on his door, it opens slightly. There’s a flash of light - then a crash. I’m met with an open window and a curtain flapping in the breeze. Manhattan sparkled like a jewel in the distance. Crafting paraphernalia was everywhere. Paper relief sculptures of the drawings in the show stared me in the face. They swirled like portals to another dimension. They weren’t large enough to enter but it looks like they were just prototypes. I left without any definitive evidence but I confiscated a few other pieces that looked suspicious.