There's no answer, but the door swings open. It feels homey, safe and inviting. You can smell fried rice cooking. As you walk in, you get a sense of being nurtured. Some of the details inside are wrong, too—clearly Laios has not paid a lot of attention to exactly what the chairs look like—but it's still recognizably Hen House.

You can hear whispering coming from the bedroom Laios shares with Laura and Louis.