Indy! . . . Indy! . . . Indy, where- Oh!

Get off of me, twerp!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I can't see you when you're green. What are you doing?

I'm digging a hole, Dia.

Why?

To escape.

You're trying to get out again?

Yes.

Why?

Because we shouldn't be in here.

Why not?

Do you see those birds, Dia? They're flying over the walls.

So?

So, there must be something beyond them.

Like another sky?

More than sky. Do you see those bits of green poking over the wall?

Yes.

What do they look like?

The tops of trees.

Right. And what's usually beneath trees?

Uh . . .

The ground. The ground is beneath trees. That means there's more than just this place.

There is?

Of course. Didn't you ever wonder where the humans come from?

No.

You should have. You're stupid, Dia.

I'm not!

You are. You seem perfectly content with living life in this cage.

Of course. This is where we're meant to be.

Don't be ignorant. They put us here.

When?

After we were born. Don't you remember the White Place?

I don't think so . . .

It was bright and clean and cold. There was a human there. She had bright hair. Don't you remember the color of her hair?

No.

It was the most beautiful color I've ever seen. I try to remember it every day, but I've become used to green and brown. I want to go outside before I forget what red looks like.

This woman . . . do you think she was our mother?

Of course not. We have no mother.

If you're going to dig your way out, maybe you'll run into her. The outside can't be that big, can it?

I don't know. I might be able to track her down.

If you do, can you ask her if she wants to be our mother?

What for?

I want a new mother. The hook that brings us food doesn't talk to us. I want a mother who talks and listens.

You're a fool. She doesn't want us.

How do you know?

She could have taken us home when we were in the White Place.

Maybe she forgot . . .

Don't lie to yourself, Dia. We're unwanted.

The hook loves us.

No, the hook brings us food because the humans tell it to. It doesn't love us.

It could . . .

Stop making excuses, Dia! You're weak!

I'm not weak! I just don't want to upset the hook. It might decide to stop bringing us food.

Idiot! We won't need the hook once we're outside.

Why not?

We'll find our own food.

Like what?

Humans. We'll eat the humans.

What?!

Think about it. They smell like meat, so there must be meat in them.

But they talk and move around. Our food doesn't move. I don't want to eat something that's alive.

Have you listened to yourself lately? You don't want to escape, you don't want to hunt, and you don't want to find out what lies beyond these walls. It sounds like you're empty.

Empty? Well, maybe I am. If empty means being safe, then I'm proud to say that I'm hollow as a bone.

I'm sorry you feel that way. I have to kill you now.

Indy . . . You aren't being serious? . . .

I am.

No . . . No, stop! Please, I was only kidding!

You're empty.

I'm not!

You are.

Indy, no! We're sisters! We're-