Tara, Lennon, open
"You never imagine this would happen," Lennon said. "I was taken out of a club in Florida. I mean, there were a billion people there. How did someone pick the one moment I decided to go use the bathroom and there wasn't anyone in the hallway?" He would never be able to figure that one out, but he supposed that people who could move rooms around and strip a place of someone's presence in the overnight hours without anybody seeing or hearing anything could do whatever they wanted.
He ripped open a package from Cecilia and found a smartphone. "Awesome," was his comment. He got the plastic peeled off of it and turned it on, fully aware that he wouldn't be able to call out with it. Still, it'd be cool to be chilling in the kitchen or even down in the basement and be able to post to the network.
His brow furrowed at her question. "I think it's more you get punished for not following directions, not doing what they say. If you try and can't do something... I can't remember if I've had that situation." Sometimes the days and weeks ran together and he couldn't keep track of what had happened when. "Like a while back we had a really old guy here. We're talking 80. He had to do the obstacle course, but I don't remember if he got zapped." He hoped not. Hopefully Reginald was somewhere comfortable and peaceful if he hadn't been allowed to go home, he thought.