Troy took a bite of the donut and chewed absently as he sent off a text. "I say," he muttered around a swallow of pastry, "that it sounds fantastic. Mayan ruins, here we come. Have you any idea of which might be involved? Chichen Itza seems so expected."
Dull, really. Invasions and apocalypses never came when and where they were expected.
A smart man would've packed a traveling bag. Troy? Troy just scooped up his keys and trotted for the door.