Drinking apple martinis with a stoner in an alternate universe hotel. Martha wasn't entirely certain about the notion, but on her internal scale of weird shit, it was probably fairly low, all things considered. "We could go find somewhere to sit down?" she asked. "Sorry, I'm not...I've just been on my feet all day at work and this is all--"

She was tempted for a second to say heavy, legacy of 1968, god damn it. "Pretty intense."