Now Mr. Rabbit was in (justified) total panic.

“OhgodOhgodOhgodOhgodwhatarewegoingtodo???”

The Long (once) Red Carpet that was the Path of the Explorer - the same one that should provide a nice, smooth and easy ride straight to the Castle, the same that was carefully designed to eliminate ANY POSSIBILITY of visitors to GET LOST in such considerably big and maze-like city, yes, that same one - was ending abruptally and with no reason right there, NOT RIGHT ON THE CASTLE DOORS, AS PROMISED, but rather at the middle of, not nowhere (which would’ve probably been less terrifying) but instead in a BIG, UNKNOWN and (possibly) HAUNTED TOWN.

Were you sucessful to grasp the magnitude of the problem already?

You probably would, if you were in possesion of a PROBLEM-o-METER (or if such thing even existed in the first place, for that matter), but for the sake of narrative progress let’s just put it like this:

QUITE. A PROBLEM.

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