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milk, and other necessities...And then something had taken him away from all that and put him in some strange place, and the onlythings familiar were the boxes of cornflakes sitting on a shelf.Not-Tim offered him some rum, and he cautiously took a swig. His eyes lit up. He smiled, got off hischair, and did a happy dance just as the door opened and John walked in looking for a weapon.John Constantine does not like happy dances.He likes them even less when they are danced by people who look like him.John glared at the cornflakes guy, took his cigarette out of his mouth, and flicked ash into the cornflakesbowl.The cornflakes guy broke out of the happy dance and stared in stupefaction at the bits of black ashfloating in the milk. Tears once again started making their way down his face. Not-Tim mentally swore.John couldn't find a gun. He settled instead for a lightsaber which someone had stolen from anotherfloor, and activated it and waved it around a little."Look after him," Not-Tim told the recently-entered Ted, pointing at the cornflakes guy and taking thecontaminated cornflakes bowl to the sink. He emptied its contents into the trash, glared at John,washed the bowl, poured some cornflakes in, glared at John, added milk, glared at John, nearly gotsliced up by the lightsaber, and returned the new bowl to the cornflakes guy.Satisfied with his new weapon, John left the room, ignoring everyone. Neo followed after.Luke Skywalker searched frantically around for his most prized possession. "Have you seen mylightsaber?" he asked, meeting Han Solo in the corridor."The Keanu-spawn took it," Han informed him."And nobody stopped them?" Luke asked incredulously."Apparently they know kung-fu.""Not all of them!"**"Why take the risk?" Han asked, then bolted off as Indiana Jones came running down the corridor loudlydemanding his hat back."Where are you going?" Neo asked."Finding a way out.""Jack and his friends already tried that."**John Constantine headed for the lifts without a word. Neo followed him in as he entered one and hit thebutton for the top floor.Exiting the lift car, John activated the lightsaber and plunged it into a random wall, carving out a roughsquare which he kicked in.He was met with the bewildered gazes of the British Holdout group, sitting in the next room having teafor the umpteenth time that day.The British Holdout group consisted of British folks who had discovered, to their chagrin, that the actorswho had played them were not British, but American or Australian or Canadian or Eskimo or of someother barbarian nationality. Few outsiders knew just what kind of activities the British Holdout engagedin, other than that it involved a lot of talking in British accents, reminiscing about England, discussingEnglish culture, laughing at Americans, and mostly drinking tea.