Aubergine eyes lift to drink in their surroundings once more. "Really wish they'd get a handle on introducing norms back into our lives," she bitterly retorts, not removing her hands from him.

Mel looks at Damien again, sigh short but soft. "We're at the train station. I think."

There's something in the air that just feels off. And while they can't rule out sleepwalking or mysterious transportation (how they hell did everyone arrive, after all?), it's unnerving. All of it. The not remembering, the new location. And all of the red.