[ Only when Mike moved to sit on the bed did Czeslaw realize he was still standing in the doorway. He took that as an invitation to sit as well, entering the room to plop on the bed next to the turtle. ]

It gets boring sometimes, but I don't really mind.

[ He follows Mike's gaze out the window, contemplating the turtle's tone. Of course living with others involved a lack of privacy, but Czeslaw wondered if that was preferable over the voices roiling in his head. ]

Shehui, I think. That's what I heard people calling this place. Maybe it's been a month by now.

[ The web of lies grows wider. He has to take control back in the conversation. ]

If you're not from Shehui, where did you come from, Mikey?