Arrival

Then, just as suddenly, everything resumed. The faceless 'humans' began walking again, going about their day. But each time Sunday looked, he noticed: they weren't doing anything. They simply mimicked life. Some walked in circles. Some tried to talk - but with no mouths, it looked like a crude performance. This didn't feel like Order anymore. It felt like a script - a simulation of life. Maybe only in this town... or maybe the whole planet. He didn't know yet. But something was very, very wrong. And suddenly, he realized: the Astral Express Crew was nowhere to be seen.
He wasn't just feeling alone.
There was a very real chance...
He was completely alone here.