Jo ran a finger through the dust coating the top of living room chair, as she kept walking in more. Through a doorway to a dinning room, that looked just as aged, and just as dusty. Place settings, old and someone somewhere must have thought nice, but they just look archaic and so out of place. Or no. In place. Everything here looks in place with itself. Just so out of place with everything she's ever seen on any of the places.

It made more sense to be in the Hell Dimension with nothing, at this point, than in a room that seemed decades or a century old.

She passed through there, the awkward, heavy boots, scuffing up dust bunnies, to the kitchen when he's made it. "It's fucking creepy to think about someone building this whole town ages ago just to let it sit here, without anyone to live in it." Beat. "But if there were people, where are they now? It doesn't even look like it's been touched. Like people were only just here at some point."

Which just seems even stranger. Nothing personal, but nothing modern. But modern had any number of meanings.
Which is where her next words come from, "Maybe it's not that old. Maybe we're somewhere in the past?"