Easy enough to pick out the ones who don't belong, Daniel thinks, if he cheats. Good old fashioned journalism with the rest, if he's going to make any progress.

He stops himself. Progress with what?

Focus on the moment, secure basic needs.

He can't help an amused, if wry, smile in Neil's direction. "You're a hell of a tour guide. And there's no rhyme or reason about any of this, huh? I mean, some very small part of me has concerns my maker is fucking with me, putting me in his version of a maze for lab rats. But it's... it's pretty solid. Where are we headed now?"