She can’t decide if it’s awful or relieving that it’s not just her, that it’s dusty all over. They were all knocked the fuck out for who knows how long. Maybe it’s a little of both. She’s not alone here. They all went through some mysterious thing where suddenly it’s a different season. But there’s not really any such thing as comfort in this place.

But hang on, something isn’t right here.

“Ruins? What ruins?”