"Oh, believe me, that magic existed at home. It was just hiding in an old brownstone in ... Greenwich Village."

Tony snorted and began rolling up the dropcloth, starting at the doorway and working toward the window after slipping off his shoes and socks.

"I know it's possible, because I already did it. At home. It's just expense I'm worried about. I had ... a lot more resources then. It could take a while. But then we'll have it, here, when the big one comes."