A still-not-disbanded group of intrepid heroes wander inside the dark corridors of a opressing sewer, slowly losting their path each turn they take inside the tortuous labyrinth, albeilt the reason for such misdirection remains an unexplicable mystery.

Mr. (Past) Rabbit was babbling something about a drawing:

“Hohoho, but seriously, that was kind of nice, Meryl, my friend. Thank you!”

Max the (Past) Boy agreed:

“It was cute. But where did you find the time to do that?”

To which Meryl the (Past) Mole responded, with a distant, blank tone:

“heh… time.”

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