Being in this house was steadily chipping away at Rikki's sense of reality. She couldn't tell whether she was really hearing things or really seeing things sometimes or whether that was all in her head and this place was just making her crazy. The more she moved around the house with Cleo or Ben in search of supplies, be it food or clothes or whatever they can find, the more she wondered whether she had rather lost her marbles or this was just a really vivid nightmare she couldn't quite wake up from. Maybe in the real world, she was in a coma or something.

"Ben, I dunno what I believe anymore," she replied gently when he asked whether it felt colder in the room they were in. "I suppose," she added to actually answer the question. Whether it was actually colder, though, she couldn't tell.

She went back to shoving whatever looked like it hadn't gone bad into a makeshift bag she'd made out of a t-shirt. When she felt him tap on her shoulder, Rikki looked around and noticed that he was on the move. "Hey, don't just leave me here!" she complained, jogging to catch up. "What are we looking for?" she asked once she'd found herself beside him again.

Flinching a little at the gust of wind coming from the room when Ben opened the door, Rikki frowned as Ben lowered his hand and she could see better what was on the other side. "Was that books...? What is this stupid house on about, now...?"