It hadn't occurred to Avery that maybe the removals had something to do with the scientists playing head games. He'd figured that the participants who hadn't left for medical reasons had gotten homesick. Maybe once they were in this situation, they'd panicked when they'd realized what they'd done. He could understand that, and people leaving - if that was indeed what had happened - meant that he could leave too, if it got to be too much. The only problem was that he had nothing to which to return. Just home and possibly getting his job at the restaurant back. If he could stick it out, he'd have a large sum of money to use for whatever he wanted.
"Nothin' has happened, that I can tell," Avery replied. "Nothin' bad, anyway." The house had been calm, really calmer than he'd thought it would be. He'd thought there might be more going on with so many people and so many different personalities thrown in. "You think they'd just take people out for that?"
He frowned when Miles asked if he had an interest in psychology. "Not really? Not more than anyone else would, I guess." He hadn't gone to college, and he'd dropped out of high school before the semester unit on psychology was traditionally taught. Asking why he'd signed up was quite a personal question, but he didn't mind it that much coming from Miles. He didn't have to get into the gory details, although he probably looked a little nervous as he answered. "I quit the job I had... didn't wanna just go back home. I saw a flyer for it at the public library in the town where I was livin'."