For Remus, it had been late morning. He'd just arrived to start his shift, and he had been busying himself with the usual routine of opening up. Casual bar work, but it suited him fine. Nothing unusual about your bartender calling up with a hangover once a month, and no one seemed to have tracked it by calendar as of yet. It wasn't a dream job, but it kept him in minimum wage. Which was better than the alternative of no wage.
It was a routine that he had followed so often that he was just going through it mindlessly when a strange feeling came over him. He held onto the side of the bar, and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping he didn't have a bloody migraine coming on. He needed these hours, come on.
When he opened his eyes again, he was holding onto a railing instead of the bar, and rather than looking at a wall of drinks he was looking through a window at... the vastness of space?
He heard the swearing, and he turned his head to see... someone else looking out at exactly the same thing in shock. He stared at her in silent shock for a moment, and then he started to walk towards her, one hand sliding along the railing as if he might need it to steady himself at any moment. And as he got closer he realised who he was looking at.