“aaaaaaaargh! it’s useless!”

After running what felt like a marathon, they rised their eyes to (attempt to) see how much they had traversed already, only to ascertain the already known fact that they were REALLY LOST.

“how are we gonna find him like this? even that stupid thread was at least A LITTLE BIT USEFUL!”

And, for fraction of a second, Meryl waited hopefully for something to happen, as a response to their rethorical exclamation.

But the silence kept, and the little drops of water continued to fall. No magic light matterialized out of nowhere to indicate the path, nor the sweet wizardly Fairy of Ex-Machina appeared to show them the directions.

If they wanted to get the hell out of there, they would had to do it THEMSELVES.

“c’mon, max, we gotta THINK, dear.”

“how are we gonna get out of here?”

“And find Mr. Rabbit!”

“this’s an already implied fact, honey.”

And they thought, and thought and thought.

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