"To, pardon my French, fuck with us." Helen didn't normally use such strong language but in this instance it applied. She was tired of finding answers and then running into more brick walls or, worse, having the laws of the natural world turned upside down on her.

"Everything about this place seems to be designed to make us break, whether it is a mental or physical breakdown. Why not simulate the deaths of people who lived with us, broke bread with us, and then tell us later they never existed?"