A woman who looks unsettlingly like Janelle Monae, albeit with an almost invisible seam running down her front, dividing her neatly in half, appears on the loveseat next to him. "Oh hey," she says. "I don't get visitors who aren't my kids, usually--and you're one of ROSE's, aren't you?"

Just to the side of the loveseat there's a painting of two of her, dressed in white and black gowns, displayed on a white easel.