"Mark," I say, and gladly clap my hand into his and shake. There's got to be a kind of solidarity that comes from going through something so patently insane together.

"I've been caught in a wind storm this bad before, and let's just say I wasn't looking to repeat the experience." I glance around the room and wave a bit of the dust from in front of my face. It's pointless; there's way too much of it.

"You have any idea where we are?"