I've been carrying it around forever waiting to use it.
((OOC: Oooo, tough decisions. Can we do both? Maybe start with Jack's No. 1 then move to Martha's Japan? All the drama!))
Martha impatiently taps one finger against the fingernail of another as the elevator rises. Just a few more seconds and...
The elevator doors open into a corridor. It was not at all what Martha expected. "Is this where we're supposed to be?"