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[flip_the_lights]

Olivia always has a tendency to pause when she opens a door to Milliways. It still takes her off guard for a beat, even now.

This time, though, the pause lasts a lot longer. The bar's a mess. It's the work of two minutes to see that's not all, either: she spots the notice on the bulletin board, the weird green crystal hovering over the bar. (Isn't

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[52_dropoff]

There is soon a man standing nearby.

"Some say the world will end in fire. Some say the world will end in ice.

"I tried ice already. I guess this is fire."

[flip_the_lights]

A humorless smile twitches the corners of her mouth.

"I don't know about that," she says. Uncrossing her arms, she taps one finger against the window set in the top half of the door: a latticework of frost creeps around its edges. "It looks pretty cold out there."

[52_dropoff]

"Maybe Frost got it wrong then. Not that I've ever seen him here to ask." More's the pity. "I saw something like this once. Things were bad for about two weeks. It took everything we had to make it through."

[flip_the_lights]

That catches her attention, sharp and immediate. Olivia glances over.

"Do you know what caused it last time?"