Ib falls silent for a few minutes, staring down at the table in front of her as if it's suddenly fascinating. She knew when she asked that the question was unfair. How could he possibly know something like that? More than anything else, she was just looking for reassurance. She can imagine her parents out looking for her. They'd both be so worried. Garry would be frantic. But she'd gotten back to them before. She escaped the art gallery, and this place isn't nearly as bad. She can do this too. When she look back up, there is a determined smile on her face.

"Then we'll have to get back quickly, right? So they don't worry."

She refuses to even think of the possibility that they might never get home.