The inside of Ryan's house smelled like toast and coffee and was cluttered in that normal, cozy way that some houses are. In the living room, mail, a few dirty dishes, and an unfolded quilt were scattered all over the couch that sat in front of the WindowWall.

"Up here." Ryan led me quickly up the stairs and down a hallway. He opened the first door on the right, and I followed him inside his bedroom.

Monster movie posters covered every inch of wall space. Even the ...