( as he steps further inside, he tries to shrug off the cold that's wedged itself between the layers of his blazer, his shirt.

the fire already warms, even if only a little.

definitely stopping by the former thomasen house after this... ) Grey Gull, yeah.

( where he might be weird (no denying that even if he was so inclined to), she is entirely ordinary - near as much as he can tell, and even if she isn't - it's still a brand of normalcy that's been rare to come by these days. )

There's a library that's now accessible. A boarding house, too. Some more streets of the same sort of houses. ( he starts rattling off, having crouched close to the fireplace, hands outstretched to capture the heat. ) All empty.

I haven't found a pattern, on anything, yet. Almost everyone is from a different place. Different time. ( he looks to the clock, still and mocking. )