[He nears, keeping close. He reaches out with a palm to splay his amber light across the carvings indicated, and Stephen’s frowns deepen with the shadows thrown into stark relief.]

…Yeah, it does. [His other hand comes out, traces over the line of the contours, familiarity blossoming almost immediately.] The Fool, isn’t it?

[He clicks his tongue, craning his neck up, seeing only darkness. Then he turns on his heel, down the opposite direction of the narrow corridor.]

Great. So the Singularity’s acting up again, which means the Horizon is usually the next thing to follow.

[What is this place? What’s the meaning of the arcana etched here? Why is it a maze, and what reasoning is there behind them all fumbling around in the darkness? Is everyone here, or is it just him and Wanda? His sense of time’s gone and stretched itself too thin, too; just how long have they been lost?]

Okay, so, if this is a maze, then I’m guessing the goal is to get out without trying to cheat. [AKA flying over the walls, like they both attempted.] I don’t understand a thing that’s going on right now, but I’d rather focus on trying to find a way out of here first. Don’t you—

[Agree? His words are unduly cut short, however, when something shuffles in the darkness. The worrisome sound of something moving—or is it stalking?—just down that dark corridor, around any number of twists and turns.

Stephen cuts Wanda a glance. Hear that?]