"Yeah. My brother's a year older'n me, so he just left a couple months ago."

They stick a hand through. As soon as it passes what would've been the pantry's threshold, their hand disappears, swallowed by the dark, and they pull it back out a second later. "It's a door. Back to my house. And uh, I dunno. I haven't been able to ask him."

Kris has a bad feeling about this. Like, mega bad. "So what d'you say? Your choice."