I sighed. "And suppose we go to the ollamaliztli game, Raf. If we use those tickets, we have to go through the hardest-hooped security on the planet. They’re going to make sure we enter that stadium empty-handed and that we stay in our seats and not go wandering off anywhere. But supposing we do manage to sneak away from our seats and corner Vargas somewhere. What do we do then? Take his hand, click our heels three times, and say, ‘There’s no place like home?' "