[ At least Six makes it a point to linger close to where Sunday is. Protecting others is just naturally ingrained in him at this point, because who knows what sort of trouble is waiting to ambush them here? As pretty and idyllic things are, he already knows that things can't be trusted at this point.

He doesn't notice what Sunday sees, so he proceeds to open the door to "his" bungalow and peers right in. It looks exactly like the one assigned to him — beautifully furnished and all that. ]

If it has, I wouldn't know. This is my first experience being transported elsewhere.

[ Maybe it's his fault for not paying too much attention everywhere, but you know. ]

Things look normal inside, at least.