And that was the crux of it, wasn't it? That was the fundamentally bothersome aspect of this place. If you thought and acted one way, you could continue as before. If you were curious, or didn't like obeying orders, or weren't convinced by the idea that you'd been asleep for years and dreamed an entire life, you got some vague punishment and . . . what? What then?

He found himself, for the first time, wishing the Antichrist was there.

"Well," he said firmly. "We'll just have to ensure that we do."