Emily is so done with the conversation she's having with Oliver and storms off, not really stopping to think about how time will start to flow differently once she's not in a conversation anymore. It's worth it to get away from that.

She pushes through the door out of the storeroom, back into the dimly lit back corridor of the Stardrop Saloon, and ... this is not the Stardrop Saloon. This is some other bar entirely. She should know, she worked at the Stardrop every day for eternity past until yesterday.

She stands numbly, her eyes big, scanning the room and trying to figure out what in the world has happened to her this time.