[ It's such a good question that even Chizuru herself doesn't seem to have an answer to it for a moment. She glances at the man, then at Robby, and then at the man again.. which is where her gaze lingers for a few moments. ]

.. Let's go look around the house. [ She settles on, finally tearing her gaze away from the dream image of her father that her mind conjured up. It's not really him, anyway. He won't talk to her. He won't have any of the answers for her that Chizuru wants to hear. Why he did the things he did. How he could have such cruel thoughts if he was her father.

It helps that she's still gripping onto Robby's hand. It was meant to be the thing tying Robby to this dream reality, but honestly, it's doing so much more to ground Chizuru. It allows her to tug on his hand to drag him along and show him the other rooms. ]

I mean, not that there's much to see.. [ Which she's right about. There's a small kitchen, a small bedroom - a shared one, judging by the set of futons there, rather than just one of them.. and that's about it. ] But.. um, maybe it'll give you an idea of what houses where like in my world..

[ Since it's really nothing like most houses in Trench. ]