Ellie stepped directly into the path of one of the sad creatures, a woman. When she stopped, Ellie took the tunic from her shoulders and then stepped back. Without so much as an expression of annoyance, the woman resumed her plodding walk.

"Here you are." She handed the tunic to young Nadine. "Put this on, dear, you must be freezing.

Your skin is positively blue." And, indeed, it was not much warmer inside than it had been outdoors. "I’m Eleanor Voigt. Mrs. James Voigt."

Shivering, Nadine donned the rough garment. But instead of thanking Ellie, she said, "You look familiar."

Ellie returned her gaze. She was a pretty enough creature though, strangely, she wore no makeup at all. Her features were regular, intelligent–"You look familiar too. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but ..."

"Okay," Nadine said, "now tell me. Please. Where and when am I, and what’s going on?"

"I honestly don’t know," Ellie said. Dimly, through the walls, she could hear the sirens and the loudspeaker-voice. If only it weren’t so murky in here! She couldn’t get any clear idea of the building’s layout or function.

"But you must know! You’re so ... so capable, so in control. You ..."

"I’m a castaway like you, dear. Just figuring things out as I go along." She continued to peer.

"But I can tell you this much: We are far, far in the future. The poor degraded beings you saw on the street are the slaves of a superior race–let’s call them the Aftermen. The Aftermen are very cruel, and they can travel through time as easily as you or I can travel from city to city via inter-urban rail. And that’s all I know. So far."

Nadine was peering out a little slot in the door that Ellie hadn’t noticed. Now she said, "What’s this?"