"Not even rats. It's creepy as fuck. Pardon my French." Amos takes another drink of the vodka, coughing a little afterwards. "It doesn't make sense, no, but from what I can figure, we're the pawns in round two of the gods' battle here. I ain't figured out yet what happened to....whatever lived here first, but it has something to do with Fear. Which is why we're here to start with: Hope says Fear opened the magic door that is drawing us all here. But Hope can't send us back, he doesn't know how."

Amos takes a big bite of cookie, but makes sure it's gone before he adds, "That's why Hope's trying to resurrect the other gods. He figures one of them might know how to send us home. In the meantime, though, we're pretty much the fuel for the conflict: the gods take strength from our emotions, get more powerful with what we feel."

It had been astonishingly easy to get that much from Hope. Just a little bit of friendly chatter and being polite. Amos is good at being polite and friendly.