I worry about them, up there, alone. Each echo bouncing until he finds that resonance that breaks him away. Trapped. Maybe they know they are captives. I don't believe they know any other life, outside of that whisper loud chamber. I think about them, I can't help it. I …

His thoughts were getting immense. One of them had even started building a burrow underneath the sink. They were learning how to work the television as well as the stereo. Some of them had started boxing up books, while others piled laundry on the bed. He thought about …