"That is thirty fucking years ago. It would be more coincidental if it was some sort of anniversary or something, but the last entry was in April. Still," Trudy says, drumming short trimmed nails against the the table between them. "Could be that we accidentally got teleported to a ghost town. Maybe it looks like Elflock because it's... a proto town? Odd, though." The expression she wears is engaged, alight, someone who enjoys solving puzzles. Suddenly, she turns to Mary Grace more fully. "Did you go through the door with anyone else?" She furrows her brows, nails still tap-tap-tapping away, thoughtful. "I was there with Jupiter and Audrey, and they're not here now. Could be that they got left behind, sure, but I know you weren't there with me. No one else was, either. But it seemed like we arrived at the same time, in about the same place, right? That's odd."