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Mason smiles, even if her heart is breaking. She’d worn a green silk dress with lace down the back. On the car ride home, while her father drove, she’d rested her head against the cool glass and listened to the smooth voices on NPR, watched the stars overhead, and made a wish that a smile really could solve everything.
    When she opened her eyes, Lucky was looking at her strangely, like he had when they’d first met on the beach. She touched her cheek self-consciously, wondering if her face looked as sunken and heavy as she felt.
    “Hey.” Leon slammed his fist on the jukebox. “Are they just going to play this song on repeat? What gives?” His head dipped as he searched for buttons. The controls slid around, but nothing happened, almost as if they weren’t controls at all.
    “Perhaps it is another puzzle,” Rolf said quietly.
    Cora leaned against the counter, still feeling dazed. The army. The helicopters. The police. They should have been there by now.
    Leon stabbed a finger in Rolf’s direction. “If it’s a puzzle, solve it, genius.”
    Rolf trudged over to the jukebox. His fingers flew over the blocks, but nothing he tried worked. Lucky took a try too, but he didn’t make any more progress.
    The song continued.
    Outside, the sunlight faded to the golden color of late afternoon, not suddenly but all at once, like someone had flipped a switch. Cora whirled toward the doorway.
    “Did you guys see the light change?” Nok pointed outside. “That’s impossible, yeah?”
    A clicking noise came from the countertop, and a trapdoor opened, revealing six trays of food. Curry over rice, looking so normal and innocent that it was terrifying. No one made a move.
    Rolf’s eyes were wide. “I think it’s safe to assume we’re in a heavily controlled environment. It appears our food arrives not according to solving a puzzle but in correspondence to the light changing. Perhaps because food is a resource we require, whether we can solve puzzles or not. I would imagine this is supposed to be dinner.”
    Leon grabbed one of the trays. “Dinner. Breakfast. Whatever, as long as it goes down and stays down.”
    “Don’t eat it.” Lucky pointed to the sixth tray, which was empty. “One of us is already gone, remember? The girl Cora and I found. It could be poisoned.”
    Leon ignored him and dug into the curry. Cora and the others watched in horrified fascination. He only paused midbite, cheeks full. “In case you were wondering, it’s bloody delicious.”
    Halfway through Leon’s meal, the light outside changed again, dropping from dusk to night abruptly. The trays sank back into the counter, as if the food had never existed.
    Cora went to the doorway, where Lucky stood with his arms folded across his chest. Across the square, the lights of the Victorian house had come on, blazing in the darkness. The front door was wide open.
    “The army isn’t coming, is it?” she asked quietly.
    Lucky popped the knuckles of his left hand. “I don’t think so.”
    She shivered, though the night was mild. “Whoever put us here turned on the lights in the house. They want us to go there, I think. Pretend this place is real, like dolls in a play world. It feels wrong—like they’re setting us up for something.”
    “Something like what happened to the girl on the beach?”
    Cora hugged her arms. “Maybe.”
    “It’s useless to resist.” Rolf’s shock of red hair popped up between them. “We’re like the lab rats. The scientists control the experiment; the rats have no choice but to obey.”
    “And if they don’t?”
    “The scientists will throw them out and get new rats.”
    “Throw them out . . . like kill them?” Nok asked from inside the diner. At Rolf’s nod, she turned even paler.
    “What’s the worst that can happen?” Leon grunted, pointing at the house. “There are flowers. And a porch swing. It’s hardly a torture den.”
    He started for it, and the others had no choice but to follow.
    THE HOUSE