"It's probably just this room," Jack says. He's not worried yet. "We'll just walk out the front door and back into the twenty-first century."

"I'll get better readings from outside," Tosh says, hurrying down the stairs. But downstairs is just as clean and maintained as upstairs.

There's an elderly man standing at the door, watching them with a hawklike gaze. He opens the door for them, everything in his actions seeming polite, but there's a greater darkness to him that April will sense. "Do call again."

"I would love to," Jack replies honestly.