"Nope," Alex agreed, "It's not Boston either," which was where he was from. He was glad once her pants were fastened and he took his blanket back, refolding it with his pillow. "We don't know where we are...but there are a lot of people here. At least five others, I think," how strange to think 8 people was a lot when coming from a city of millions. It was all the perspective, he supposed. "And the grass really is purple."