He thought of all the quaint Victorian houses in Wayward Pines and of all the families who lived inside them. How many residents--inmates--kept up a strong, carefree countenance during the day, but then lay awake at night, sleepless, minds racing, terrified and struggling to comprehend why they'd been locked away in this scenic prison? He imagined more than a few. But human beings were, if nothing else, adaptable.