Glad we got the important things out of the way first.

[Tony offers one more scrutinizing look before shuffling through the cupboards again. Beans. Lots of beans. Can of peaches. Olive oil. He pauses at 'Pepper', even if the spice had no correlation to the person other than the combination of letters to form the same word. Was she alright? Was she even here? He blinks and turns back to the other human.]

Here here? I've been in this house five minutes. In this supposed reality where the place I came from is a giant sham and I'm not really a person? Five days, twenty two hours and about forty six odd minutes. Why? Does it matter?