Seems attempts have been made, but unfortunately with no success. I've been told time tends to stop for us once we arrive here, so those we've left behind won't know we're gone. If by some miracle we manage to be sent on our way, we won't feel we've missed a second of our regular lives. Is that comforting? I'm still trying to figure it out.
In the meantime, we're stuck here, with a full bar, exciting company, and some very creative communal rooms.