(So, this story is set in Season 3 long after the Egypt episode)
Rex knew something was wrong the moment he woke up.
The boy's eyes fluttered open, and instead of landing on the familiar white walls of Providence, they spotted bright blue ones high above. He shifted his arms from side to side, finding himself tucked underneath warm layers of blankets, their texture incredibly soft. It was nothing like his bed back at Base. Groaning, he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a slight headache forming in his skull.
"Either Noah completely redecorated, or I'm still dreaming," he murmured, shifting his legs off the side of the bed. "Either way, this is not mine."
Rex shifted his focus towards the rest of the room, finding it neat and seemingly untouched. A desk sat in the corner of a wall, as well as a nightstand next to his bed. A small wooden dresser sat about twenty feet away from him, and forest themed decorations hung from the ceiling. Whoever occupied the bedroom was certainly well organized, and had a taste for raw nature.
Who?
The teen sighed and stood up, making his way towards the desk to find any papers with any form of personal identity. No matter if it was a work or homework desk, there was a high chance that a name or ID lied somewhere in the stacks of documents, giving him some hope.
But strangely enough, the papers were all blank.
"Okay, that's weird," Rex muttered, sifting through pages upon pages of nothing. "I guess they needed some new office supplies."
The boy shook his head and left the room, finding a small hallway that led to more bedrooms- all of which were just as tidy- and eventually, a staircase. He slid down the banister towards the first floor, expecting someone downstairs to yell at him, or at least let out a gasp of surprise at his sudden appearance.
But no one was there.
Rex entered the ornately decorated living room, trying to recall where he'd last been. Visions of the sky flooded his mind, as well as the sounds of alarms. He remembered the commanding shouts of Six, as well as the rampant chattering of his monkey companion, and realized that his last memories involved an aircraft. The mission he'd been set out to complete was vague, but he recalled that it had something to do with a strange signal.
But that didn't explain how he woke up without a scratch.
Had he died?
"Breach must have pulled something," Rex thought aloud, plopping himself into a couch and placing his legs on a nearby coffee table. "It's way too quiet in here. Hey... wait a minute."
The teen immediately launched himself off the furniture and hastily traveled around the house, searching for a closet of any kind. He theorized that if Breach was the cause of his strange awakening, all he had to do was to find some physical proof that it really was her. Then, it was only a matter of destroying her precious "dollhouse" so she'd throw a fit and let him go.
Easy peasy.
"Dolls, mannequins, toys," the boy chanted, searching the area for any paraphernalia that matched the green eyed EVO's interests. "You can't hide them from me. Let me go, and I'll let this place stay intact. I'm not your trophy!"
Though he checked random rooms for childlike objects, he couldn't find any. The closets were mostly empty, although one was filled with umbrellas. Cupboard and pantries held pots, pans, and snacks, not cherub sculptures or miniature bobble heads. Every nook and cranny appeared perfectly normal, making him quit his search after about half an hour.
Seeing as how the house appeared to be rather mundane, Rex began to feel guilty for having invaded the private space. It was true that he was welcome there, judging by the way he'd woken up tucked into a bed, but if the home belonged to an average person or family, it didn't feel right to rummage through their things.
The boy pressed a finger to his earpiece. "Six? You there? I'm in someone's house, and I don't know who's it is. I don't know how I got here, but I'm safe."
No one answered.
"Um, Holiday?" Rex tried again, switching his comm link. "I don't know where I am, and I thought Breach teleported me somewhere, but I'm not so sure anymore. Can you find me?"
The line remained silent.
Rex groaned, and removed his finger from his ear. "Damn it. This isn't going well."
The only answer he received came in the form of a long, deep growl from his stomach. He patted his belly then made his way towards the kitchen, hoping the refrigerator held a good snack. But after stepping onto the tiled floors and reaching his destination, he heard a sudden beep in the distance.
"Hey!" Rex shouted, spinning around to face a possible assailant. "Who are you?"
Finding no one around, he let out a deep breath and ignored it for the moment. He grumbled at his himself for being so on edge, then shook his head and opened the fridge.
Empty.
"Oh come on!" the teen whined, shutting the door. "Who lives in a house with no food? Not even leftovers!"
Rex left the kitchen and wandered throughout the house, hoping to find a hint as to where he was. Since no one was around for sure, he felt less guilt about snooping. Aside from the complete lack of location identity, nothing seemed out of place. The walls were painted neatly, plastic flowers adorned the hallways, and not a cobweb was seen. Eventually, he found a room at the end of a particularly long hallway, and slipped inside.
Bingo.
It appeared to be a home office. A laptop sat upon a desk in the center of the room, and a bookshelf lied in the corner, though completely devoid of literature. Rex slid onto the chair in front of the desk and switched the device on, surprised by how easy it was. No passcode blocked him, and luckily for him, it was already fully charged.
"Good Morning," the screen read in bright green letters. "How may I help you today?"
Rex raised a brow. "I'd like to know where I am. But how do I-"
"I don't understand your question." the computer responded in an automated voice, making the teen jump in his seat. He hadn't expected the computer to be voice activated. "Please try again."
The boy narrowed his eyes, then acted on a hunch. "What's the capital of Oregon?"
The laptop responded instantly. "Salem."
"What's the smallest species of shark?"
"Dwarf Lanternshark."
"What is a female cat called?"
"A queen."
"Where are we currently?"
The laptop glitched for a moment, then repeated its answer from earlier. "I don't understand your question. Please try again."
Rex huffed. Judging by how he couldn't find any hint of his location throughout the house- not even a phonebook- it was obvious that someone wanted him to remain in the dark. He didn't dare use his nanites to search the strange laptop, though.
For all he knew, he might accidentally cause it to self-destruct.
"Well, this sucks," he complained, staring at the stubborn screen. "It would be better if I had food, though. I'm starving."
"What would you like for breakfast?" the computer suddenly asked. "We currently have cereal, sausage, eggs, pancakes, and waffles in stock."
Rex's eyes lit up. "Whoa, really? You serve food? It's not poisoned, is it?"
The laptop said nothing.
The teen propped his elbow on the desk and rested his chin on his palm. The safety of his situation was certainly something he had to address. It wasn't normal to wake up in a house where he was expected to remain clueless of where he was, but at the same time, he hadn't been harmed yet. The bed wasn't booby trapped, the fridge didn't shoot knives at him, and from his lengthy search, not a weapon was to be found.
Perhaps his rescuer was afraid of him?
"I'll take a sausage," the boy replied, drumming his fingers on the desk. "Nothing else. Are the doors to the house locked and trapping me inside or something? Is that the catch?"
"All entryways and exits to the house are unlocked," the laptop answered. "Please wait for breakfast. It will take about twenty minutes."
"Um... okay, then."