Martha knew someone else who sat in chairs like that. Oh god, she thought to herself, no. I am not getting a type. Wrong, Jones.

She sipped her drink, which she'd seen him take off the server, so if it was spiked, they all were and she was out of luck anyhow. "See, the reason I wanted to sit down is because you have to know the backstory," she said. "Because this was Iceland in the ninth century AD, and that's not usually the Iceland people think of, with Björk and clean energy buses and ice hotels and stuff. I don't really tell this story, much," she admitted, sheepishly.