Kidnapper picked its way carefully down the steep declivity as Hackworth 
looked out over the tiny clave, musing at how familiar it seemed. Since leaving 
the Drummers, he hadn't gone more than ten minutes without being seized by a 
feeling of déjà vu, and now it was especially strong. Perhaps 
this was because, to some degree, all New Atlantis settlements looked alike. 
But he suspected that he had seen this place, somehow, in his communications 
with Fiona over the years.