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Time didn't stop. It didn't stop for grievers, and it wasn't going to stop now. But finding herself at the Daily Planet building in the City was unexpected. She felt a little weird as she pushed to door open. The lobby was empty and darkened, Tana was fairly sure the elevator was out, so she took the flights of emergency stairs up to the floor she recalled her interview had been in.

"A bake sale. I'm glad I didn't take up the job," Tana almost smiled, ignoring the pang in her chest of only slightly better, considerably less adventurous times. "But here I am anyway, right?" Someone had been up here recently, but there was still a fine layer of dust across desks. Typewriters and computers had gone still in the absence of their users.

To be fair, it was a little creepy. Sitting down at a desk to soothe her tired legs, Tana looked around and thumbed her lip. "Alright, Moon. There's a reason we're up here, and it's not just to talk to myself."

She picked up a discarded pencil and tested the edge. It seemed sturdy enough, and once she found a bit of paper, the former KONA-TV reporter started writing.