room. Richard, Galing, and the faceless man were all sprawled on the floor where he had left them. None of them seemed to be waking up yet. Allison was on the unmade bridal bed, her flimsy nightgown rolled above her knees, her black hair fanned out around her like a puff of smoke. He wrapped her in a blanket, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her downstairs to the kitchen. The cellar door was closed, and no one was waiting for him. He had not expected anything else. No matter how familiar she was with the machinery, Gina couldn't possibly revitalize her zombie friends in such short order. Outside, he crossed the sun-dappled, telescoped lawn, went through the forest where birds were singing and bees were buzzing, and came out onto the fake street in Anytown, U.S.A. They would expect him to go up to the intersection and down the side street to the door which he had discovered earlier. Therefore, he turned away from the intersection and eventually found another door that led out of the disguised corridor.
