Yes, for the most part

"The more I see of this place," Anne said, after opening the door that shimmered into existence when she purchased the expansion, "The more I feel like we're really not on Earth anymore."

The room expansion included nothing new. In fact, it was identical to the first room: a white space, roughly the size of an average bedroom, lit through glowing glass walls. What made it all seem otherworldly was how immaculate and perfect the rooms appeared. No matter how much money and knowledge someone had on Earth, they couldn't build something beyond human means, and the rooms certainly seemed too precise to have been built by human hands. There was no sense of human error, either in the shape and size of the rooms, or the simple and tidy interface of the store, or the way matter passed so easily through the seemingly completely solid walls of the rooms.

"It's bigger than I thought it would be," Jack noted, stepping into the open space. Rather than an expansion, it might've been more accurate to call it a second room.

After looking around for a little while, making sure that everything was safe in the new room, Jack used some of his points to start buying Jen the kitchen she had asked for. He barely had enough to purchase a cheap fridge and stove, but he promised to get her the rest of what she wanted when he got more spare points.

At least the electricity to run everything was free. The appliances came preinstalled, attached to the walls, and after some experimentation by Emery the day before, the group had discovered that anything that needed to be charged, like her smartphone, could be plugged into any spot on the walls. The metal prongs of the plugs simply phased into the solid screens, as if the walls were all one big outlet, and electricity flowed through without costing any extra fees.

For lunch, Jen took it upon herself to cook for everyone, only asking Anne and Jack to purchase the ingredients she needed. The mother looked happy to finally have something to do, instead of reading romance novels all day long. Her home-cooked meals were a welcome change of pace for the others, even though hot and tasty pre-cooked meals were available in the point store. Something about the love Jen put into her cooking, even without a full kitchen setup, made her food taste a little better than anything they could've purchased from the store.

To better make use of their space, the group decided to move Greco and his small prison cell to the other room, where they left him unbound and ungagged, but still locked up. He was loud and angry for a while, but when most of the others spent their time in the original room, and his only company was Jen, while she was cooking, he cooled down, unable to bring himself to yell at the innocent and kind woman who made his meals.

"Do you have a wife at home, Tim?" Jen noticed the wedding band on his ring finger and tried to make small talk as she cooked dinner.

"Yes," said the chief, picturing his wife, who looked a lot like Jen, only a little rounder, and older, with a slightly larger and flatter nose. "Best woman I've ever met."

Jen paused in the middle of cutting an onion to wipe away a tear. "Do you miss her?"

"Absolutely. That's why we've got to get out of here, Jen. I've got to get back to my wife and kids, and you and your daughter need to get back to your husband."

"I know." Jen put down the knife, remembering her husband. He was a big man, and always had been, since high school, where the two first met. He still played football occasionally with his friends, but that hadn't stopped his beer belly from growing in, and recently, he was beginning to complain of pain in his joints. It was hard for her to believe that just two days ago, her biggest worry had been about convincing him to see his doctor. Now, she worried if she would ever see him again.

Tim stood up and moved to the edge of his cell. With his unhurt hand, he gripped one of the bars tight. "You know, that girl, Anne, she's hiding something. She knows something, about this place. Something that can get us out of here."

Jen looked at him. "How do you know?"

"I'm a cop," Tim said proudly. "Been one for more than three decades now. I can tell when someone's hiding something."

"I don't know." She turned her eyes down.

"Just ask her, Jen. For your husband. For Emery." She looked up at the mention of her daughter's name. "It's obvious- she's having the time of her life here, with that boy, Jack. This is all some, elaborate experiment, set up by some corrupt scientists, to test some new toy- I know it. And she knows the way out. Just ask her. Get her to tell you the truth."

Jen brought her hand to her forehead, thinking, worrying. "I don't know if I can."

"You have to. It's the only way out, Jen. The only way to protect Emery."

Biting her lip, staring into Tim's unwavering gaze, Jen curled her fingers around the knife, a plan to escape forming in her mind.