"I have a theory," Malcolm told him, slipping inside behind him. "I'm not sure you'll like it..." He glanced around at dust dancing in the light filtering through the windows. "I think we're being kept by something. Like animals in a zoo. There are certain details of the town that are... wrong, if it's just an abandoned town. Their absence makes more sense if it's an enclosure contrived to seem like an abandoned town. It's not that the people gathered up every single steak knife and jigsaw blade and prescription pill as they fled and left sentimental personal effects and clothes and food behind. It's that those things were never included in the setup in the first place."