"Then we are quite alike..." he said, sitting down on the bench beside him. "Our homes are far and we are unable to reach them" he said, His hands coming to meet in front of him lightly clasped. "This place, Red Oaks... none of us can leave. We cannot return home, or so I am told. There are others, like us, whom have been brought here against their will, and yet I do not know how or why..." he explained a little.