But-but surely people have revolted, fought against all of this? Found some way around it all. This place cannot exist - it must be a dream, a terrible terrible dream. [Even as she says it she knows she's wrong and as much as she hopes she'll wake up on the train going to New York, she won't. This was real.

Her next words are weak, she's running out of straws to grasp at.]

Is there any way out of here? Anyone to protest all of this to?