Mr. Rabbit began fussing his cape (which was underneath his terrific dress), looking for something.

“As much as I trust my dear friend Meryl’s abilities to guide us through this horrible labyrint, as you all know very well.”

“dont forget haunted!”

“Yeah, thank you, Meryl. A horrible, HAUNTED labyrint. I thought it would be quite redundant to adress, since pretty everything we’ve interacted with for the past two days is at least SOME SORT of haunted, and/or magic in a way that exceeds my confort zone by a far strech.”

And, still rambling, he took out from his dress a single, red string.

Max gave it a confused look.

“What is this?”

“hoho, seems like another item STOLEN from my personal collection!”

“I prefer the usage of the term “appropriated”, Meryl. Anyway, THIS, Max, is a magic thread!”

“Ohhhhhhh!”

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