The coordinates led to a tall hotel in a large city somewhere in North America. Due to the time difference between there and Micaiah's house, it was still dark when they arrived. However, thanks to the sheer size of whatever metropolis this was, the clouds overhead glowed pink with the reflection of a million different human-made lights. Nothing was dark in this kind of place, even at such a late hour. There was a strange artificial beauty to it --the amount of physical light humanity brought to the world.