(He'll pat him a little longer and then nod. So Nansen has the same feeling too,)

This is a city without people.

(He holds out his arms, turns dramatically on his heel, and continues foreward through the graveyard,)

A city without records. (Because earlier in the city... he had found no records or any useful information. His hand brushes over a gravestone lightly,) But the presence of graves says there's history.

(There were people before. And those people were worth remembering at one time.)

So the question now is... where did everything and everyone go?