But didn't he live here? It was strange, but the more he looked at this house, the more familiar it seemed. Why was that?
Sarah groaned. "Well, if we can't get in, then you can't get some sleep!"
"I don't need some sleep, because I'm not tired!" Jon screamed.
This went on for another moment before Sarah slapped him across the cheek.
"What the fuck, Sarah? Why the hell did you do that?" Jon insisted.
She looked at him. "I need you to focus," she said. "How do we get into your house?"
"You use the key," he said, wondering why she was asking such stupid questions. "It's in my bag."
"You don't have a bag," she said.
"Then..." Jon looked around, and retrieved a hidden key from nearby and unlocked the door, which opened with a creak.
