"The basement." He replied promptly, then he paused and slicked his hair back with a twisted grin. "Your new home, for now. Since you do not understand. You do not understand at all!" He rose from the seat, and held open his hand to display a small, compact pistol. Gerard did not have a gun license. "You'll see. They'll<em>all</em>see!" He giggled maniacally as he held his hand against the wall to support himself. "I left food by the chair, Rebecca ... Eat it when your mind clears and they don't look like wriggly, delightful worms." With another shriek of insane laughter, Gerard started his ascent up the stairs, leaving his sister down behind him.