"Is this Whitechapel?" one of them said to the fog, speaking in an 
American accent. These people were obviously members of the Heartland tribe, a 
prosperous phyle closely allied with New Atlantis that had absorbed many 
responsible, sane, educated, white, Midwestern, middle-class types. Listening 
in on their furtive conversations, Hackworth divined that these tourists had 
been brought in from a Holiday Inn in Kensington, under the ruse that they were 
going to take the Jack the Ripper tour in Whitechapel. As Hackworth listened, 
the diabolical tour guide
explained that their drunken airship pilot had accidentally flown them to a 
floating theatre, and they were welcome to enjoy the show, which would be 
starting shortly; a free (to them) performance of Cats, the 
longest-running musical of all time, which most of them had already seen on 
their first night in London.