They watch him blankly as he studies them, looking through him more than at him. “Good to know.” They move aside, letting him in and closing the door behind him. Unlike most others here, their cabin is the same size as it appears to be from the hallway, and could easily belong in a hotel.

“Someone killed me during the Flood,” they explain, gesturing for him to follow them. They have a coffee table in front of their window, big enough for two people. “Do you know what the death toll is yet?”