Date: 2013-06-16 02:57 am (UTC)
27yrsandwelldoitallagain: What is locked in the closed doors behind me. (My past is made of empty fields)
At least she can rely on Nathan to not glom on to it incredibly fast. To feel around the edges, studying everything in front of them, while Audrey is looking around and back. At the one singular large establishment here. None of the other places beginning to compare to the one behind them, that supposedly brought them through time and space.

Time and space that looks a whole lot like mis-matched, pushed together, Earth. Enough to be familiar, enough to be off-putting because it's not right. But, also. For as much as this is 'the end of time and space,' she's pretty sure she expected a lot more than something she could see basically out her hotel window in Haven.

There's oddness, but there's nothing distinctly alien about it all. Or the people. Even the language. It's all, like Nathan was hedging toward, and Audrey didn't mind just shoving right out the barn doors. "There's nothing a little too convenient about that to you?"
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