It'th kind of creepy how there are pictureth of uth with other people, huh?

[He stares at one of the portraits for a long time before speaking again.]

Maybe... maybe we're thuppothed to live here? It would make thenthe I mean, all of the clotheth in the clothet of the room I came from were my thtyle, my thithe. There are picthureth of uth pothing like we know each other.

[He looks back to the room he came from and walks over to the door.]

There'th even my name on the door!

[Be it as it may it's drawn on a piece of paper and taped on.]