"Last bus out of Marlowetown folks!" You hear this as you sit down in the lobby of the Wittier building. A short man, wearing a blue down jacket and a greasy comb-over stands at the door, waiting for any possible passengers. A few folks stand up and walk out towards a waiting Greyhoud Bus, but you stay. Something is keeping you here. The lobby is warm, the smell of coffee wafts about in the air. People walk back and forth, from offices, storefronts, and the front doors, to the elevators and stairs. However, yourself and a few other strangers are sitting on some couches, when you hear a short chime from the lobby clock. It is now 5 o'clock. The short man leaves and you hear the bus depart shortly after. "Well, that was the last ride out of Marlowetown, looks like we're all in this thing for the long run now." A man says as he walks over to the elevator. You have the rest of the day. Get acquainted, meet the people you plan on spending a polar night with.