Chase thought for a moment of where in the world Siberia was. "We're in, like, Northern Russia, I think," he responded, then he went back to the topic of a home. "Live in a house together?" he asked, "like playing house? Sure, that sounds fun." He paused, "I don't have any money that I can access," he said, "but you really don't need any to build a house. Take us down into China, a place with thick woods. Everything we need to make a house, we can find in the woods."<br/><br/>Chase started to plan what their house would be like in his head. He drew up mental blue prints, thought of how he would harvest the wood and piece it all together, where it should be located, how he would strengthen the foundation, and how long it would take to build. He looked at the back seat, at the toolboxes resting there, glad he'd thought to bring them along. "Well, people survived in the woods with nothing but brains, brute force, and tools before. I think we can manage it now." He smiled at her and tapped his head, "I've already got a plan."