He debarked from the Hanjin Takhoma at Vancouver, which besides 
having the most scenic airship moorage in the world, boasted a sizable Atlantan 
clave. Dr. X hadn't given him a specific destination—just the chit and a 
flight number—so there didn't seem any point in staying aboard all the 
way to the end of the line. From here he could always bullet-train down the 
coast if necessary.