They were holed up in here the whole time! You can feel their usual stench of duplicitous irony wafting over the portion of hard shell where your non-existent nostrils would be.
If you had just gone with your gut, you wouldn't have had to deal with any of this!
Alas, that's a different probability meant for a different iteration of you, now rendered null and void. And who would even care about the specific, boring little thought experiment resulting from that?