When Tim didn't want to tell her what happened, Sophia dropped the subject all together. She didn't want to push him and make him even more upset that he already was. She couldn't stand to do that to him. Instead she continued to try to comfort him in any way she could, but she knew most of her efforts went to waste. Still she tried, unable to let Tim stew alone in his misery.

"We'll never go back there again," Sophia stated with a determined forcefulness. "Never again. If any of those tunnels ever appear we'll just ignore them. It'll be ok, Tim. It'll be fine. We're safe in your apartment." At least, she [i]hoped[/i] they were safe. Sophia never wanted to see one of those tunnels again. If she could she'd throw a stick of dynamite into the next one and would happily watch it blow up.

Wondering if Tim might feel more comfortable somewhere else, given that he had just had some sort of traumatic experience in the "other" apartment, Sophia asked, "Do you want to stay here or would you prefer to go to my place?"