"N-no. Thuh-here's a l-living ruh-hoom wuh-wuh-with a k-k-k-kitchen, ah-hand a room o-off of it," Bill said, and then walked over to the door that led off the living room. There was a panel beside it, so he copied what he'd done before and ran his fingers over it. Sure enough, the door opened, and he looked in as the lights turned on automatically. "Th-this ih-is a b-b-b-beh-hedr-room," he called back, "a-and th-th-there's a b-bathroom off that. Ih-Ih-It's f-full of wuh-wuh-weird juh-hunk."
He picked up a small sort-of metal cube, and examined it, turning it over in his hands as he looked closely at it. It was warm to the touch when he would have expected it to be cold, and it gave way very slightly around the edges when he held tight. Weird. He put it back down, and returned to where the man and his dog were waiting. "Wuh-were y-yuh-you in a h-h-huh-hosp-pital, sir?" he asked, not unkindly.