Tyki grinned at the move, watching her slip the rock into her pocket and imagining he knew what she wanted it for. "Of course," he teased. "You wouldn't want to leave without a souvenir."

The short jaunt had told him a little something about Nabiki, though. The girl wasn't as easily impressed as Kasumi, that was for sure. She didn't want outlandish fantasy - this was, perhaps, a little too far to go.

Sliding into the driver's seat and gunning the engine, he took off once more across the surface of Mars. "Venice it is," he said, and in a flash of light they were racing along a small, twisting road in Italy. Across the water, visible despite the distance, Venice sat low and majestic.