"Perhaps," John agreed. It didn't make any sense that a nice, and pretty, girl like Rory would get made fun of. If there wasn't any relief for the nice, pretty ones, how could there be any hope for the people like him?
"Without logic or physics, what do we have?" John wondered. He began walking down the hall, looking to see if any of the doors were open. They weren't.
"It does seem safe and comfortable," he conceded, "Though if we're here very long we're bound to get hungry. Unless of course being in an alternate reality might negate the need for food and water."