"I might," Eliot admits. "Not sure what good they'll do me on finding a way out." Too bad Alice isn't here, she'd probably have already figured a way out and would be obnoxiously insistent on doing it exactly her way. It's what makes Alice annoying but lovable, in a strange little sister way.

Eliot smiles at her again, then takes the seat, sinking down and tucking long legs beneath the simple chair. "I'd rather they were lying, I'm not thrilled with the stories either. And how accepting they are of occasional lapses into monsters."