The play is a puzzle box of sorts, but none of its pieces are withheld. It’s all in front of you at lights-up. Hiding in plain sight. Expecting you.
Fate (luck? unluck?) brings Max and Henry to a cabin in the woods. They need help, so they knock. Inside, they find five children.
These children are hungry. Always. And must be fed. Must be cared for. And above everything, must be LOVED. They need a mother. Max. Raleigh. A thousand before that.
When the house calls a new mother, she is tested by the house, by the children, to measure her worth, her pain, her love. This is a cycle. One comes, one goes. On and on.
Men are also called to the house. What they find waiting for them is a reckoning. It’s fate.
There may be other houses. This one is called Grey House.
The current residents of Grey House:
Marlow: A machine, a bird of prey.
A1656: Immeasurably kind. 15, always.
Bernie: A thinker, a tinkerer.
Squirrel: Feral.
The Boy: Silent, watching.
Raleigh: A mother. A keeper. A force.