Lucas smiled. "Hello people!" He felt that he was close to them, yet had no idea why. "Any clue where we are?"
Lucas was interrupted by the sounds of pistons and his cell door opening. In fact, everyone's cell door opened.
Lucas took a step outside and looked around. The room outside here was a much mellower white color, the cells lined the wall of the back and left corner, making an L. There was a large table in the middle, as well as many comfortable looking chairs and couches. There were history and war books everywhere, as well as a few sci-fi and fiction. Lucas was in awe. "Where are we?" He repeated, sounding much more like an empty shell than last time.
"Home." A man (See image at the top), stepped out of a metal door and into the room. "Hey kidd-o's." He smiled. "How are you all feeling?"
"Who in the living heck are you?" Lucas asked.
The man looked offended. "Why, your father! Blast it! You're all my children, and I love you very much. See, a man broke in here last night, we caught him going through your rooms, we didn't know what he was doing..." Father wiped his face as he looked severely stressed out by this. "Do you guys remember anything?"
Lucas shook his head.
"Father sighed and sat on the couch. "Why don't you come one at a time and I'll try to refresh your memory." He said, Lucas elected to go first, and soon was crying and walking away. "Who's next?" He asked.