Mary walked into the elevator with her eyebrow still high up. This was definitely weird.
"Okay, what station?" She could tell the younger chick was also not feeling the whole thing, and she instinctively looked over her shoulder. Nothing there. This place looked like a fucking ghost ship. "It's January 4th, from what I'm told. Though I don't know exactly how I know this, since the clocks are all broken, it could be before or after and I still wouldn't know."