"That's not all that weird, is it? I mean, you're here with a bunch of people with some similarities. No one wants to be here and none of us can leave. That's more than most strangers have. And here... you're not alone in being a little different." She wanted to reach over and rest her hand on his, but she'd remembered how skittish he'd been with touch in her dream, so she kept her hands to herself.

Riley found that information to be a bit of a relief. Sure, it meant it wasn't likely anyone would be looking for her, but it also meant that her family wouldn't wind up here by accident or be worrying themselves sick over not hearing from her. It was oddly comforting. "Well, there's that, I guess."

She looked up at him, reaching for her tea. "Really? I could, I guess. Well, there's my dad, who's the reason we move around so much. He's the anthropologist and he got a bee in his bonnet, mom says, when he was in college to see how much modern civilization affected those that didn't want to be affected. Mom and him fell for each other like rocks, so she wound up going along with him. She's kind of a mix of a stay at home mom and a teacher, so we really never got off on our homework. At all. Like, ever. There's Brian, the oldest brother. He's okay. He's just always been a bit of a know it all towards me and Finn. Finn's my other brother, and he's great. He's got this way of looking at things that's kine of like a permanent silver lining or optimism and it's hard to stay bummed out around him."