Not to offend you, but there are far better things I could do with my time than bring people to a barely functional township.

[ Sherlock stars to wander the aisles, absently picking books up and having a look through them. He notices immediately there don't seem to be any titles beyond the 1990s. ]

It's the one thing we all seem to have in common. None of us are quite certain how or why we're here.