[Noooo....that was exactly the kind of pun/joke Noah would make and/or appreciate. At least there was (currently) no way for him to inflict the Murder Squash song on anyone.]

Wow. I'd have figured for sure there'd be way more than a hundred people here. That makes this place even smaller [Technically.] than where I'm from.

What happened? Like, did everybody- [He made a face and decided that no, he really didn't want to ask if everyone had died.] -where'd they all go?