The door cracks open and Calvo nudges me through. I'm disoriented. It's pitch black inside, curtains drawn, lights off. Diego stands in the entryway, but I see only the outline of his body, not his face. "Buenas noches," he whispers, and guides us to the living room. A little boy comes up beside me. "I wanna play!" he says in English, gesturing toward the TV and Xbox. Nobody turns it on. This family has nothing to do with the situation outside, but still they are hiding.