You will notice it, eventually. Nothing is ever out of place, unless one of the people living here does it. Nothing breaks on its own, nothing is ever wrong with the building. At Christmas, there were hundreds of birds, for weeks, and not a drop of waste.

And look. [She gestures out at the grounds] No power lines. No water plant. So where does the electricity come from? The running water?

[Molotov shrugs. She's not the kind to do something with this information, but that doesn't mean she never noticed it.] Something or someone made this castle, especially for us.